I woke up this morning knowing I might have difficulty getting both my boys up. My youngest needs to be at his bus stop for 7:30am, so that means getting him up at 6:30. NOT FUN! But in all fairness, he does pretty good. A little bit of tickling him, and he's all smiles and ready to get dressed.
The other one, which I will remain calling him G, only because I don't like the idea of posting too much personal info on the internet, is not exactly a morning person. Not by a long shot. So this morning when he still hadn't gotten up after my youngest son had already eaten breakfast I was sure that when I got back to the house at 8am from the bus stop I would have to dress him myself.
So I began my list of things, telling him what I wanted him to do while he was in the bed. Get up, get dressed, eat and start on his KUMON booklet.
When I got home at 8am, I was glad to see that he wasn't in the den watching Netflix. So as I walked up to the kitchen I prepared myself by counting to 10 to not get upset if he was straggling. Well, you can imagine my surprise when I see him sitting at my dining room table, telling me "I finished breakfast, took my medicine, and I'm almost done with my KUMON book."
I opened my mouth, and said. "Really?!" He merely nodded with a big, happy grin on his face. And all I said next was, "Thanks buddy. I love you." I wanted to cry. Why can't everyday be like that? Why can't every waking moment of the day be like this?! And I realized for G, just that moment was a triumph, just that moment was like making it to the top of Mount Everest. And I will take those moments whenever they come, even if they are aren't as frequent as I would like. Because for him, that is a HUGE accomplishment.
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