The art of waking up slow.

Sometimes getting out of bed in the morning seems impossibly hard, especially on a cold winter morning. Especially on a cold winter morning where you know you’ll be calling insurance companies and repair shops and crossing your fingers and toes for good news and wishing it were spring already. Checking the weather on your phone for the fifth time to see if it will ever stop rotating between snowing, melting, freezing, snowing, melting, freezing… Why don’t we hibernate again?

She runs out of patience waiting for me and comes into the room, crawls into bed next to me, pulling the covers up. She doesn’t even need help anymore climbing into our tall bed, having practiced the climb numerous times (and, okay, she’s also gotten much taller but I’m avoiding reality so let’s not think about that right now, we’ll think about that tomorrow, okay?). Covers pulled up, doll on one side and mother on the other side, she turns to me and says, “Mommy, I’m going to read you a story now, okay?” This sounds much better than getting out of bed, so I agree. I always do.

She cannot read yet and hasn’t memorized the story but she doesn’t let that stop her from telling me a very detailed story of Doc McStuffins and all of her stuffed friends. She slips into a speech pattern comprised of made up words that make sense only in her mind. There are vowels and consonants and her voice rings with a clarity of mind that tells you this must all make sense to her but it’s foreign to my ears per usual. On certain pages her voice escalates with the action of the story in her mind and then lulls as conflicts are resolved and eventually she gets to the last pages and sweetly says goodnight to the main characters and the end. All good things come to an end.

“Now mommy, it’s time for breakfast. I want cereal mommy, okay?”

Our morning ritual of ignoring reality has come to its end. We get up, change diapers, pour cereal, brew coffee and face the daily tasks ahead of us. She makes detailed plans of which episodes of her favorite show she wants to watch and what coloring books she will be working on. I find insurance paperwork and phone numbers and pull up my calendar and finally the morning begins. Ready or not…

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