As I sit in my studio I can hear the distant chirping of the timer.
It makes me stop typing and smile. I listen carefully for the floppy stomp of a boy struggling to wake up and find the timer to turn it off. One loud beep and I know he’s found it. There’s a few more seconds and then I hear the slow click and opening of his bedroom door.
I wait patiently as he sleepily meanders down the stairs and heads straight into my studio to hand me the timer.
His little blonde head appears in the doorway. “Here you go Mom” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes.
I smile. “Thanks buddy.”
One quick hug and as he pulls away. I can tell he’s fully awake now. With bright eyes he darts from the door to find a toy. Probably something he set out on his train table to play with after his nap. Today is was a toy car and track.
He’s already started asking when he’s old enough to just have quiet times instead of naps. I hate to let them go. But he’s growing up, so I told him he can change to quiet times when he turns 5.
That means I only have 3 more months of these sweet sleepy midday hugs left.
And I will cherish every one.
That is very sweet 🙂
Yes, very sweet. I guess I didn’t realize he was that old already!