Monday, November 17, 2008

A new day dawns (at dawn)

5:38 a.m.

Footsteps coming up the hall.

I roll over to face the doorway to my bedroom and Loaf appears there.

She wobbles over to the bed and climbs up next to me.

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer to the center of the bed.

We lie there – silent. My thoughts fade and I drift toward sleep again.

What seems like mere minutes later, she is on her knees, bouncing up and down near the pillow.

“Loaf,” I hiss. “It is still very early and I would like to sleep. If you want to, you can go down to your sister's room (she’s been up for at least 30 minutes) and play with her. But if you want to stay here, you have to lie down and be quiet.”

“OK, Mommy,” she says, flattening against the mattress and becoming still again.

Again, I drift.

Minutes later – or so it seems - she is jerking her head from side to side and neighing like a horse.


I repeat – more succinctly this time – my diatribe.

“Sorry, Mommy,” she says, rolling toward me. “I be quiet now.”

I am beyond irritated. I’ve been up late all weekend long and Just. Want. To. Sleep. I open my mouth to order her down the hall when she does it: She rolls over and plants a loud kiss on my cheek.

“Mommy, I love you sooooo much.”

My anger instantly melts away. I keep my eyes closed, but a huge smile crosses my face. I reach for her and pull her to me.

“I love you too,” I murmur.

We lounge like that, wrapped around each other, for a short while more. This time, when she starts flopping around, I open my eyes and ask if she’d like to get up and have breakfast. She throws her arms around my neck and happily declares, “Oh yes! I so hungry.”

It is 6:17 a.m. and I am up for the day. Exhausted, but happy. Sleep deprived, but so full of love I am practically floating.

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Blogger Kate said...

That is such a sweet story!
I remember being little.. how hard it was to just lay still.

You are a good mom!

8:45 PM  
Blogger Kate said...

p.s. thanks for your comment on my blog about the panic attacks and taking medication.

It means a lot to me.

8:48 PM  
Anonymous Kimmylyn said...

I have to say that has happened to me so many times..where I find myself angered by being awakened to early.but then the little I love yous..and sweet morning hugs quickly make me remember I am the luckiest person in the world..

10:56 PM  
Blogger Maureen said...

Ah kids, they sure know the right way to play you :) So cute though!

9:10 AM  
Blogger Kelley said...

Very sweet. You should have made Dad get up with her since you've been sick. ;-)

1:18 PM  
Anonymous xup said...

6:00 am IS sleeping in to me. I've learned to go to bed really early. I'm just sayin'

6:27 PM  
Blogger ryssee said...

Seems a bit different than having a cat mooshing on your head at that time of day. :-)

7:19 PM  
Blogger alejna said...

Ah, that makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

1:10 AM  

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