early to bed…

early to rise. Otto consistently begins his days at around five thirty in the morning. Sometimes when I first hear, “MOM!” I look around the room as if he must mean someone else. Surely, he doesn’t always mean me. It’s these moments where I try and remember, “the days are long, but the years are short.” To think, some day I’ll miss getting up before the sun sounds a bit far fetched. But as Otto begins to expand his vocabulary and no longer needs me to put on his shoes- I get it. This doesn’t last forever. The first flight of stairs to his room can be painful. The second set though is him, footed pajamas and all, acting as if he was just born and his legs don’t yet know what to do. He sorta just melts into me. We quietly make our way down and begin our day. Some mornings call for our favorite song. Every morning calls for this. And then we dance. What’s your favorite way to start your day?

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