January 3, 2009
Saturday Morning
Saturday mornings are lazy in my house. Save for the fact that Doug usually has to work early, and therefore wakes at the crack of dawn to get ready, the rest of the house is quiet — except for little Murphy who patters from room to room, trying to find a warm bed to cuddle in until it’s officially time to wake up.
This morning I awoke later than usual. I had stayed up too late the night before, putting laundry away, and doing some last minute tidying of the house. I find this happens too often lately. I feel like there aren’t enough hours in the day and so I frantically run around our house putting things in their proper places. The next day I can’t figure out why I’m so tired and need a nap in the afternoon. Umm…duh.
Dawson roused from sleep at 8:30 and jumped out of bed. I heard his little feet pound their way toward the kitchen, and then the sounds of a chair gliding across my kitchen floor echoed down the hall way.
“Oh no!” I heard Dawson cry. “All the Zingers are all gone!”
He has grown up so much. When he wants something, he goes to the kitchen to get it himself. He pushes the chair to the counter and climbs on top, and then opens the cupboard door looking for his favorite treat.
He loves the lemon Zingers best. Every trip to the grocery store he begs for them, and I always give in to his pleading, because the lemon ones are my favorite, too.
Dawson came into my bedroom and crawled into my bed, under the covers, and began whispering to me.
“Mommy, we got to go to Daddy’s store and get more lemon cakes. Or else we can go to Kwik Trip and get some more, okay, Mommy?”
And then he kissed me on the forehead and told Murphy to be quiet.
“Shhhh, Murphy! Mommy’s sleeping.” he whispered.
Now, on a normal day I’d tell Dawson he can’t eat Zingers for breakfast. I’d insist on a bowl of Cheerios instead of that sugary, lemon goodness. But how can I say no to a little boy who is so sweet to his mother?
I continued to pretend to be sleeping and listened to my son pretend to read a book to me. After a few minutes he stopped “reading” and pulled the covers close to my face.
“Sleep tight, Mommy.” he said softly.
As he was crawling out of bed I grabbed his arm and gently pulled him back in.
“Mommy’s not sleeping,” I said. “She’s getting up to go get some more Zingers for her sweet boy.”
“Woo hoo!” Dawson shouted. “I love you, Mommy.”
Oh, how I love him, too.
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January 3rd, 2009 at 1:23 PM, Angella Says:
What a sweet, sweet post.
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January 3rd, 2009 at 1:33 PM, Dana Says:
Thank you, for the kind comment.
January 3rd, 2009 at 10:30 PM, moosh in indy. Says:
Well that’s stinking adorable.
January 4th, 2009 at 10:42 AM, The Redheaded Lefty Says:
So sweet. I love when they whisper! And then he was going to let you sleep. Dangit. Little people are the best.
January 4th, 2009 at 11:17 AM, Dana Says:
Thanks, Moosh! He melts my heart.
TRL, Isn’t it true! They really are amazing. I’m in awe at how much they really comprehend.