Early mornings carry in spry toddler feet that always stop right before my spot in the bed. No matter how much my mind refuses, my day starts when Chunky wants it to.
The best alarm clock in the world I think.
He lightly taps on my forehead and I fight to open my eyes; that even through their puffiness I can see his smile hidden behind his soother.
I take in a big breath and think to myself “Today will be different” and I immediately I get swept in his happiness.
He gives me a sense of hope in today.
Every morning starts out the same. We promptly eat breakfast at his grumbled belly’s request. We indulge in picking out more marshmallows from the cereal box. Whoever says sugar isn’t a part of a healthy balanced breakfast has never tried Lucky Charms.
They also missed the memo that sugar fuels the soul at 6:30 am.
From there we change, wash faces, brush teeth and then make our way in the yard. Taking an early walk has become our morning ritual. Just the two of us, fresh summer winds, and birds singing as Chunky skips along…perfection.
He reminds me to stop and observe our surroundings no matter how mundane.
He reminds me that the only thing I have to think about is being in this moment with him and Scooby-Doo.
And that’s all that’s important in the here and now.
When we get home we usually stay in the yard. I drink my only cup of coffee of the day while Chunky busily chases the dog around.
There may or may not be bubbles and swinging.
Either way, it’s perfect.
This has become my favourite time of day.
My illness hasn’t gotten the best of me yet.
I feel more like myself.
More like the Mom and person I’m always supposed to be.
All because of him and the way he wakes me up in the morning.
Every morning is a new day my sweet.
Thank you for teaching me that.
Love you always.