It all starts with me opening my eyes and wanting to bury my head into my pillow and wishing the clock would rewind. Ha! And then reality sinks in and I get up.
But what was different about the start of today, a morning like I have not seen in a long time, I had to wake up my son. He is an early riser. He gets up before I’m ready to stick my foot out of the warm blanket. It is possibly because we are starting to get cool weather.
I walked into his room and just looked at him sleeping. He is 14 and I don’t think I remember seeing him sleeping like that for about 6-7 years now because he always beats me out of bed.
Well this morning, time slowed down. I watched him, his breathing, his peacefulness. I took in the view that doesn’t show any indication of the fact he is in the spectrum. Just a beautiful 14 year old sleeping like a teenager. 😍
Well, I could not stay there forever. We have a schedule to stay on, virtual school to get to and the blissful moment had to end. So I kissed his arm, pressing gently. And he began to open his eyes. He frowned a little. Then he looked up at me and said, I was sleeping. And I thought to myself, yeah kid, that’s what you’ve been doing to me for years now. 😂
And the Tuesday grind begins…