I’ve been accused of being too cheery in the morning. Sorry. It’s just how I am. Why? It goes way back to my childhood. I didn’t realize it as a kid, but I look back with gratitude on the lessons my grandmothers instilled in me. They are the reason I am so cheery in the morning.
Both of my grandmothers were housekeepers. My maternal grandmother worked in the homes of several well-heeled families. My paternal grandmother worked in some of Atlantic City’s pre-casino hotels…those carefree days prior to 1978 when you could walk to the beach without passing a slot machine.
Both women worked long hours and their day often started well before the traditional 9:00, but they never complained. In fact they relished the early morning start. Their philosophy was, be thankful you can get out of bed in the morning and be even more thankful you’re able to punch in at a decent job.
I’ll always remember the lectures I would get if I was dragging in the morning or complaining about going to school. One or both of them would say, “John-John, be thankful Jesus woke you up this morning. There are some people who went to sleep last night who won’t be getting out of bed.” Of course as a kid, this scared the crap out of me, but as I got older, I began to embrace this attitude and with each passing year, I became more of a morning person.
Of course I have my moments (especially on certain days when I have to attend certain meetings), but for the most part (cue the choir), I’m thankful for the opportunity I’m given each day to get it right, to make a difference, to live a useful life.
That’s why, thanks to my grandmothers’ wisdom, I have been and always will be a morning person. So go pour another cup of coffee and deal with it!
Have a nice day!