August 9, 2012

   An ear full of babbling at 7 a.m. and I know my young mom dreams of sleeping in past 8 are over. I'd give it a try for a little bit longer, but instead I find myself sleepily pulling the little munchkin from her crib as we go into the living room to play. I can't help but fall in love with her all over again.

   She has just learned to stand, and she loves to practice. She gives it a try as I mosey into the kitchen to cook her some cereal and make myself some much needed coffee. I hear her fall and whimper.

  "Frustration, my little girl, it's called frustration. May you learn to cope with it early."

   Up she goes again - standing up after she's fallen down. Big lessons for such a little girl.

   Soon she joins me in the kitchen, waiting to eat, and me wishing the coffee were done. I mix her oatmeal with pear for a little sweetness and we sit down for breakfast. She babbles and I pretend she's telling me her dreams. I'm enthralled and she's excited. One day we'll sit here - both with coffee - and have real conversations. Heartfelt ones. Moving ones. Sad ones. It'll happen one day.  But for now I love the babbling. The relationship still ebbs and flows. She could be 20 years older and the bonding would be the same.

   A rainy morning in a small kitchen with the smell of coffee, oatmeal, and good conversation. A little bliss for my sleepy head.

   She isn't much a fan of her breakfast, but I prod her for a few more bites. "Perseverance - you'll need that too, little one. Just take a few more bites."

   A little clean up and we're off to cuddle on the couch. I remember my coffee. I'll get it later. Some things just aren't worth missing.  I'm so glad  she woke me up early. It would have been a shame to skip out on such a lovely morning.

2 comments:

  1. Pamela19.8.12

    This brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for sharing this. Having my coffee break in the sun this afternoon my now 6 year old girl slipped out next to me sipping her self-made lemonade asking questions like, when you are born with a disease does it stay with you forever, or can it go away? The conversations over "coffee" aren't too far from the oatmeal with pears.

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  2. Wade Sutton21.8.12

    Love it! You are a talented writer.

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