Mama PlaygroundA Blog for Moms

The early wake ups only hurt sometimes. Sometimes my body feels like lead. My eyeballs won’t clear enough, or maybe my eyelids won’t stay open enough, and I just can’t really see. I stumble in to the bedroom to respond to my child’s pleas for parental intervention. I am a bit dizzy. But the amazing shot of espresso to the brain is always the look of her little eyes and nose, the soft and wispy toddler hair, and the sweet little hands peeking over the edge of the crib.

It is less fun to be greeting by an overpowering waft of stanky diaper, but again motherhood has its little pick-me-ups immediately trailing a moment of duty. This morning (with my baby’s bum freshly powdered) I brought her in to bed and opened the blinds. We cuddled under a down comforter and watched the clouds change colors as the sky began to light. Instead of feeling put out by being awake at dawn, I thanked her. As an adult I tend to miss some of the freebies and magic in life. Left to my own instincts at my age I would choose sleep over seeing the sunrise. But on second thought – it is so magical.

We watched the birds flying about. I enjoyed the smell of her hair. Some day she will want to sleep in and I will want her to wake up and cuddle with me. She will want weekend mornings to herself, for scheduled activities, or with her friends. Right now though, she wakes up at dawn and cuddles happily with me while birdwatching out the window at sunrise.