The Morning

I woke him up this morning. He buried his head in the covers and said “the light is TOO BRIGHT”. He didn’t want it to be a school day, he said. I picked out his clothes and just laid them on the bed. It was going to be a struggle. {why couldn’t he sleep in on the WEEKENDS?!}

“Buddy, we have to get ready. I know it’s hard but you will get to see you friends at school.”

I wasn’t convincing enough. Some mornings I can’t handle it. I just leave and tell him to get ready and meet me in Ollie’s room. Today I didn’t. We talked about it and I helped him get out of his jammies. I, of course, picked the wrong shirt. “Mommy, I will pick it.” Ok. Not gonna get into that battle, so I sat in the dark in his room and watched him. I snapped this picture because it seemed to be such an overpowering image in my brain.

He wanted his Jake shirt, of course. The minute I slid it over his head he did that excited wiggle. Phew…the morning wasn’t going to be a disaster. He wanted a cereal bar, cheerios and a banana for breakfast. Sure, kid. No fights. No tantrums. Clean teeth, shoes and a puppy coat to send him off to preschool.

I needed that peaceful send off. Ya see, today I drop off those papers for kindergarten. Oof.It hit me again.