How you exude such joy at the wee hours of the very early morning, is beyond me.
I wish I had that kind of stamina.
How does that beautiful brain of yours light up for the day, like an art gallery painting bursting with such color and life, and vividness, before the sun has even had a chance to rest?
These are the first of many thoughts that raced through mine, as I startled and opened my eyes, greeting the dark today.
Are there other Mama’s awake right now?
Do I dare call to see?
Will I wake them in their peaceful slumber, that they yearn for nightly, and finally achieved?
Do we share the same heavy load?
The struggle of the heavy eyes and foggy mind, throughout the day that was welcomed too soon?
Do we share the thoughts of worry surrounding possible regressions, or illness, or affects of full moons?
Are we all standing in the kitchen, vacant expression, heating and reheating mugs of caffeine, thumb hovering over the “call” button?
Or is it just me?
Do you, Mama’s, pencil out your day, in search of moments where your eyes could take a break?
Or do you count the minutes until bedtime reappears, and hope it’s longer than the one that came before it?
And you, sweet boy, how will your day play out?
Will you be able to focus?
Will your mood be portrayed as the cheery disposition that we often know?
Will your ears be set to listen?
Or will you be met with frustration, and anxiety, and meltdowns?
A busier mind and tense body?
Is this sleepless adventure a trait of our Autism colored world?
Or is it simply your joy for life that springs you from your peaceful bed so prematurely?
I haven’t a clue what forces collide that often make our days start out this way, but I know we must all have a shared thought when it arises.
So when there comes a night (and we all know it will come), where you’re up before the sun, with your littlest loves excitement on high, just know you can push that button.
I’m just a phone call away.