This evening, as I was getting the little guy ready for bed, he and I had a very small conversation that brought back very large(and fun) memories for me. I reminded him that tomorrow was Sunday. And that I thought it would be a great idea for him to sleep in on Sunday. And he looked at me, ever so serious, and replied, but Mooommm, I cant sleep in. My eyes wont let me sleep past eight zero zero.
This conversation with him reminded me of another conversation that I had with J when he was about the same age. Me, always trying to get just. a. little. more. sleep. talked to J one evening as I was tucking him in and let him know that it was, in fact, okay if he wanted to sleep in of a morning. He looked at me, almost just like G did, and said, but mama, who will sing the wake up song if I sleep in? Silly me, I said....I guess I didnt think of that small detail. You see, when J was G's age, he would wake up with the first light of the day and sing (at the top of his lungs) The sun is OUT. The sun is OUT. (over and over and over)
J was known to fall asleep in the blink of an eye. He still does actually. If he stayed like this too long, well, hed be out in mere minutes.
G, on the other hand, is always busy. BUSY. He does not sit still long enough to even entertain the thought of falling asleep.
So, as I had this little talk with the little guy it reminded me of all the times I had walked by to discover my sweet J fast asleep. Anywhere. Anytime. Doing almost anything.
Just in case it rains.
Watching a little tv with our dog at the time, Ginger.
Because you never know when youll be called on to be a superhero.
A hard afternoon of playing outside.
Im not sure if this means that the book was boring.
Or maybe there was just a really slow part.
Or if he never even made it to the first page.
It makes me very happy to think that he feels so safe and secure that he can fall asleep so easily....or heck, what am I saying? On a normal day, I can fall asleep just as he does. If only given the chance.