Filed under: Short Stories
I have never been a morning person. Adjusting to parenthood wasn’t a big deal (sleepwise, at first) cause you just don’t get any. Period. And when the boys were babies we didn’t keep anyone’s schedule but our own.
Now there’s school. Boy does that bring back memories. Blech. Waking up early when you are not a morning person sucks. Always has, always will. Here’s the consolation prize. Every morning I have the warmest, sweetest alarm clock crawl into bed with me and wake me up with hugs and kisses.
I was blessed with an early riser in my youngest son. He nurtures me in the mornings. I have grown to cherish mornings with my son. I admit that some mornings now I even wake up before him. We spend our quiet time making breakfast for everyone, reading together, sharing stories.
I wonder how long we will have these times together. He is six. I can hope for a few more years.
