Thursday, September 4, 2008

Good Morning Mommy.. .. ..

My alarm is set for 5:50, yet almost every morning about 15 - 20 minutes earlier, I hear the pitter-patter of little feet down the hallway on a quest toward my room. The bed adjusts as the cutest little man crawls up next to me.

In the slightest of whispers I hear, "Mommy, can I sleep with you?"

"Yes, baby," I reply as I throw the covers over him.

He snuggles in tight against my back and, again in a soft whisper, "Mommy, can I play with your hair."

"Yes, sweetie," I smile and say as his fingers twine through my hair. (Every since he was a baby nursing he would do this, and it still brings great comfort to him.. .. .. and me).

Normally we'll lay there like that for a few minutes, then he'll start his morning chat with me. Sometimes it's lighthearted, about the amazing dream he had where he is the Hulk and fighting for the good of the world. Or he's hanging with Scooby and the crew. No more hanging with Batman, though, since my friend Frank told him Batman is a sissy. Logan will remind you of that, too.

Sometimes he's more somber and talks about how he misses S and wishes she were home. He'll ask when she's coming back. I gently remind him she's not, and he responds, "yes she is, for a little-little bit." We talk about her some and it is calming for him.

Then, sometimes, he just asks me to roll over and hold him. So I'll roll toward him, wrap my arms around him, and he'll snuggle in close.
In those moments nothing else seems to matter. The world stops and everything is okay. The trust, love, and connection is so strong it can make a person feel invincible.

I love my mornings and my wake up call of "good morning Mommy".

1 comment:

J and D waiting said...

What a cute good morning story. It melted my heart.