Saturdays

It's a lovely Saturday here in the metroplex! Still chilly at 52°. However,  the sun is out and shining bright! I have our patio door open,  letting the kids go in and out as I do some Saturday morning cleaning.  As I was doing this,  it really got me to thinking about the Saturdays of my childhood.  The main ones I remember are from when I was 3rd or 4th grade.  My younger sister was just a baby.  As babies do she would wake up very early crying. Since I had the room next door,  it would of course wake me.  While this would have upset me later in my teenage years,  as a kid it actually worked perfectly.

You see,  she woke me just in time for Bugs Bunny and all my favorite Saturday morning cartoons! So I'd wake and go get her.  I changed her diaper(I thought diaper genies were so neat then) and would then take her to the living room with me.  I would get her settled in her swing and we would watch them together.

Now that I have my own kids,  all I can think is,  how amazing that must have been for my mom! Now don't worry,  they would often be up not too long after and didn't make me do this.  They knew I was capable of doing at least those things though. I was a total little mama to her up through her toddler years. As I was saying, though,  I can't help thinking how nice that must have been to have as a mom. That one extra hour of sleep. I loved getting to do it.  It made me feel big to take care of her for that hour.

When I think of Saturdays,  I always tend to drift back to that.  Today it will include chores and take care of my own children.


What are you doing on this Saturday?