My wife and I blissfully sifted awake this morning around a quarter to 8 o’clock.
This is a nearly unprecedented event. I truly cannot recall the last time we were able to sleep in.
We both needed it; with the frantic activities and various illnesses that cropped up last week, she and I had been running on fumes.
“Honey?” I asked. “It’s almost eight, and Michael hasn’t burst into our room. I’m actually sort of concerned.”
“You want me to check on him?” she asked
“Yes, I think so.” She got up and headed to the door. “I’ll wait here and listen for your horrified shriek,” I said, hoping my joke didn’t portend anything true.
No sound.
Then, in through our door walked Michael, followed by his mom.
“He was waiting for us to get him up,” she said.
“Waiting for us? How long were you going to wait, buddy?” I asked him as he clambered up on the bed.
“Well, I didn’t want to disturb you two,” he said.
The sun broke through the clouds at just that moment.
This, my fellow parents, is the moment that makes all the rest of it worth while.
What a sweet boy Michael is. I wonder how long he would have waited for you to get him up???
Wow. I as a parent would be asking which of sisters told him what. Do you have money put aside for therapy?
Wow! I hope to one day hear those angels
A quarter to eight? Wow! That’s like NOON in teenage time! Michael was wonderful for letting you sleep in. You are so right. These ARE the moments that make the others all worthwhile.
That is a great way to start a day!
That’s awesome. (and 7:45 is sleeping in for us too, since the boys have to get up to get ready for school at 5:45!)