Without fail, I am the first one awake in my home. I come downstairs to partake of my caffeine source (Coke Zero) and check e-mail and weather reports while watching the clock for 6:15, the time that we awaken Jason for school. It is my habit to crawl into his bed and snuggle him, kissing him awake. He's a happy morning person, much like his mother. I love his early-morning sweetness.
Saturdays are the only "sleep-in" day that exists in our house. One day a week, then, I come downstairs and follow my usual routine with one exception. I don't watch the clock. Instead, I listen for the thump of small feet hitting the floor as Jason climbs out of bed, followed by the pitter-patter as he heads for his morning potty stop.
This morning, he stopped midway to the bathroom (just outside our bedroom door) and announced that he had his lovey with him because he wanted to snuggle "in your bed, Mommy." Halfway up the stairs to meet him, I replied, "Okay, Sweetheart. We can do that!"
It may be trite to admit it, but the sound of my son's feet in the morning brings me deep joy. The same is true for his desire to snuggle us. There will come a day when those feet are less eager about morning wake-ups, I am sure. He will also, I know, mature beyond a desire to cuddle in his parents' bed. I am going to miss these days!
Perhaps it's a benefit to being an older mom. Or maybe it's just my personality. I don't know. I do know that I am in no hurry for my little boy to grow up. I am enjoying his childhood!
Six and a half years after his birth, my son remains a wonder and a miracle to me. I'm not sure that will ever change; I hope it does not.
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Beautiful post. :)
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