When I was a young girl I had the opportunity to spend the night at my grandparent’s house a few times. When morning would come, my grandma would always come in to wake me up and she’d say, “cock-a-doodle-do, rise and shine!”
I loved it.
There was something so cheerful about the way she greeted me. Something that made me want to face a fresh new day.
My youngest daughter is NOT a morning person. Sadly, she gets this from me. But it can be a task to get her moving on school mornings. So this year, I dug back into the archives of my mind, and instead of hollering at her to get moving from my room as I tried to also get ready for the day, I started crowing to her. “Cock-a-doodle-do! Rise and shine!” I’d even add something from her childhood. I’d say, “Rise and shine and kick down the glory, glory!” --- an adaptation of a Sunday School song that she mis-sang as a child.
She usually groans.
One morning, I was just about to holler “Cock-a-doodle-do” and I heard her get up. So I refrained.
A little while later she came into my bathroom all clothed for the day, and she looked at me and said, “Why didn’t you try to wake me up this morning?” I explained to her that it was because I heard her get up. Then I looked at her and said, “You kind of missed it didn’t you? It grows on ya!” And she let out a small smile.
You never know what tradition or legacy you will leave to your children. It can be the way you call them in for dinner or the way you wake them up in the morning. It can be the way you snuggle in for a movie, or how you console them after a fight. But oftentimes, it’s the “constant” of those things – the reliability that creates a sense of familiar and security in them. It may start out as something they didn’t quite enjoy, but over time, it becomes something they cling to and hold onto as identity. The ordinary becomes something cherished. Something they will call back on and hold close to their hearts years later when they no longer are able to partake in it day in and day out.
I’m thankful that this little cheerful way of waking up my daughter is something that began as an innocent welcome to me from my grandma, and then travelled down to become something passed down to my own daughter. A legacy. A tradition. Part of our heritage.
Words draped in love.