I realize that some of you get up much earlier than me every day, but I'm not a morning person. By nature, I'm a night owl. I'll get up "early" if I have to, but I'm almost never happy about it. Seriously guys, I was the kid who slept in on Christmas. I deliberately schedule my classes no earlier than 9. I feel very sorry for my future students who are unfortunate enough to have to deal with me before 9...30.
This morning though, I was woken up by my lovely, slightly more morning-friendly child, who was in my room at 7 AM asking to pee on the potty. FYI: The potty training, though painfully slowly, is progressing. I'm elated. I was glad he wanted to pee on the potty; I was ecstatic that he didn't have an accident all night, but all that was nearly drowned out by that horrible it's-too-damn-early-for-anything feeling.
So, I zombie walked him to the bathroom, put his potty seat on top of the potty, and he went. Yay! Then I shuffled him back into my room, pointed to Heath's pillow and more grunted than actually spoke the words "Lay down."
He's a good kid. Really. If I was greeted by me in the morning, I'd be grumpy right back. Harper took it all in stride though. He said, "Ok Mommy," as he hopped in my bed. I laid down next to him and closed my eyes thinking something along the lines of "Please oh please fall back asleep, and don't stay up asking me questions all morning. I have 3 more hours to rest!"
Then, all of the sudden, I was pulled out of my grumpy-morning thoughts when Harper grabbed my hand. He didn't say anything, he just held my hand. I opened up my eyes to find him just staring at me.
He smiled and said, "I love you Mommy."
In that moment, my whole morning changed.
I still wanted to lay in bed. Let's be realistic here: I'm Danielle, I like to sleep in, period. And I still did lay in bed. Harper and I even slept a little bit. Here's the difference though, for a few minutes this morning, Harper just stared at me and said he loved me and I said it right back.