At dawn (6am) my son woke me up to remind me that we would sit on the couch together. He would do his thing, and I would do mine.
I get up each morning at this time to do some light meditation, journal, or respond to emails. He’s been fascinated with the idea that I get up before everyone else and have “my time.” Last night he told me he’d like to have it be “our time” so I explained that if this were to be- we would need to both sit quietly doing “our own thing” so that my quiet time could be happy time spent in his presence but he had to remember that my “mom time” with him does not kick in until that time is over.
As I sit here typing, we are currently at the end of “our time” and his eyes have met mine at several points this last hour. He with his drawing supplies and pad and me with my journal or computer and we just smile quietly to each other and go back to what we were doing.
My last five minutes will be spent in a quiet meditation of gratitude with him. How blessed I am to have “our time” as mother and son in this “life time”.
Thank you God.