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.