A Happy Morning with The Boy

We had a really, really hard time getting up on Monday morning. Daylight savings time has been an adjustment. It was all I could do to drag my sorry behind out of bed, squinting at the clock again and again wondering if it truly was 6:45 already. As I showered and got ready I gave myself my morning "talking to" and decided that by some miracle I had risen, and now it was time to make an attempt at shining.

So I headed upstairs to Addison's room and very kindly and gently rubbed his back until he woke up and expressed his disbelief that it was so dark outside still. I told him that he'd slept through his alarm and we'd better get moving, and offered to grab some clothes for him. This seemed to be the turning point in what was winding up to be a fight to get out the door. He really liked that idea. So I did it, ran downstairs and grabbed out the cereal, and was pleasantly surprised that I didn't have to yell up the stairs for him even once. 

Once we got outside to head to the bus, Addison seemed to enter some sort of euphoric state. He was just so happy. He held my hand and commented on all the wonderful things we got to see, again and again. On about the third time he cutely turned them into a checklist. "We get to see the sunrise! Check. We found a seagull feather! Check. . . ." Never mind that the sunrise was a sign that we were really up an hour early, or that the "seagull feather" came from a yard containing a feather explosion that could not have ended well for the bird. This boy was happy and was telling me all about it. Since school has started, Addison and I have had our struggles as he's shouldered more responsibility than ever before. I loathe the "reminding and hounding" department of motherhood and really struggle to have patience as I tell him to do his homework for the fifteenth time. But this morning was just a little reminder of that sweet little boy in there, who will figure it all out sometime.