Parenting

The clock strikes 6:33 and I finally convince myself that it’s time to get up and get the day going. I am not always as lucky to get up on my own terms, so I try not to take advantage of my luck.  I get up, I let the dog out, and fix the boy’s breakfast: Cheerios and milk or yogurt and muffin?  I run through the past mornings in my head and I decide that Cheerios and milk is going to give me a better chance at a happy morning.  As I slowly walk to his bedroom, I take a deep breath and open the door, “Good morning sunshine”.  And the day has officially started. He laughs, gets up, jumps around, and lets me know it’s dark. Thank you my dear sweet child, I’m well aware of the darkness in the room and outside as fall is here. But I appreciate his observation and repeat in a joyful manner “Yes kiddo, it IS dark”. read more