Mornings are usually a pretty hectic time. Usually I have three kids to get ready for school on little (or no) sleep because I stay up late to do my school work. Ben is also a night-time guy. He doesn’t like mornings and this transition from a half-day of school in the afternoon to a full-day of school that starts with 7:30 a.m. bus ride has been a struggle. I had to send a box of CoCo Puffs to school, because he wasn’t eating any breakfast before being carried to the bus.
So, on a bleary-eyed Tuesday morning I prepped Ben’s bowl of CoCo Puffs hoping to coax a few bites into him before sending him on his way. When I stumbled back into the living room, he was munching from Alex’s bowl of Goldfish crackers, which Alex got himself. I handed Ben the bowl of CoCo Puffs. He took it, looking down rather sadly. He looked up at me with his big, green eyes wide awake and a little pout curling down the corners of his lips. “Buh is Golfiss,” he said sadly.
This whole thing where Ben strings words together to make complete sentences is a very new and rather sporadic skill, so I was caught off guard. Had he climbed on the couch to thump me in the forehead I would have been less surprised. So, I immediately turned around and went back to the kitchen and fetched another bowl, this time dropping Goldfish in to make a nice, orange pile. I took the bowl to Ben, not expecting much in way of thanks.
His eyes lit up and he said, “Is Golfiss, is Goldfiss!” And he munched happily away from both bowls until the bus came. He skipped out to the bus with a big, happy grin for the first morning since school started.
When the kids were away and I could finally crawl back under the warm covers, I couldn’t help but smile.