In the quiet semi-dark of early morning, I hear first the creaking of our old wood floors and then the soft shuffling of small feet. Our bedroom door opens and my son comes in, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He waits for me to pull back the covers and then he slips in next to me and puts his head on my shoulder and throws his arm across my chest. He lays quietly for a few minutes in that space between asleep and awake.
“G’morning Mama. Is it a school day or a staying home day?”
We talk about what kind of day it will be and listen to the early morning squawking of his sister in her room. My husband usually fetches her (she is a Daddy’s girl through and through) and then brings her back to the bed.
She is ecstatic with joy when she sees her brother: “Bobo! Bobo! Bobo brudder! Brudder! Hi!”
If we are lucky we get a minute or two of the two of them snuggling quietly. More often we get wrestling and tickling and demands of “get me! I need gettings!”
It is such a small window of time, these 10 minutes when we are all piled into our queen sized bed before the day really begins, but, man…I’m hard pressed to think of a part of my day I enjoy more.
Except, maybe, that quiet moment at night when you know that the kids are finally asleep and you can get out the good ice cream and know you don’t have to share it with anyone while you watch something completely brainless on the TV (Ben & Jerry’s and Real Housewives, anyone? Just me?).
This is, I think, parenting in a nutshell: the best moments of the day are seeing your children. The second best are not having to see your children anymore. No wonder we sometimes feel crazy!
What are your best moments of the day?