For years, I woke my children with gentle snuggles. It was a sweet time to snuggle the sleep from their rested bodies. I’d gently stroke their cheeks, kiss their eyes, cheeks and forehead, hold them close and tickle their tummies, arms and back. I cherished this time.
And then, my son became a teenager and the alarm clock replaced me. It made sense. He needed privacy. He was growing up. He needed to learn to wake with the clock. And yet, I missed his soft sighs.
My daughter still wakes with snuggles and we both cherish this time. Recently, I had to leave for work before they woke. It wasn’t ideal but necessary. My daughter used to sleep through alarms. It was OK because we had our special time together. We both also realized she needed to learn to wake to an alarm. So, we tested it that cold, foggy morning. Her brother promised to check on her. I called at the appointed time. She was awake.
That night, I congratulated her on waking with the alarm. She held me close and said, “I’m glad I can, but I don’t want to. I like our snuggles in the morning.” And so, we will continue to snuggle the sleep from her eyes. We know she can do it and that’s all that matters right now.
Even though she is budding into an amazing young woman, I get to snuggle her close and kiss the sleep from her eyes. I am so grateful for that special time. No alarms clocks for her just yet. For now, it’s mom kisses and hugs. And I love it.