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All this getting up in the early a.m. is fairly new to me. The last time I had to consistently be somewhere at 8 a.m. was when I was in high school – no joke. My husband and I have generally had flexible schedules ever since we started art school in college. My son Ezra came along and changed all that for me – he loved to rise at 6 a.m. (sometimes even earlier) and would come over to my side of the bed, put his little hand under my hand and say ‘I scoop your head up’ ever since he could talk. I would try to pull him in and get him to sleep more but to no avail .. he just had to get on with the day.
Even with this early waking time, we’ve always lounged around in our pajamas for a few more hours. But that’s no longer the case. Now with school started – Ezra and I rise at 6:30 and man oh man is it dark outside. It seems like it’s still nighttime. But this doesn’t deter Ezra. He still talks up a storm, searches the kitchen for breakfast, and says ‘I love you momma’ about a hundred times in his hazy, fuzzy morning post-sleep state. I ask him to talk quietly (so as to not wake his sister) but love hearing it regardless of the volume.
This is a good age – this being 5 years old. He’s big enough to sleep through the night, play independently, not get too crabby and tantrums are somewhat over. Yet at the same time he is incredibly cuddly – he asks to snuggle for a few minutes after we wake. He loves to hold my face in his little hands and give me nose kisses, and he says lovely things like ‘momma you make my heart feel good’. It’s officially a beautiful start to the day.