“Mom! I need you!”
It was only 4:45am and the plea for help came from the living room couch where Micah had slept that night. His pillow had fallen to the floor and he wanted me to help him get it and get covered back up. I helped him get settled back down and he closed his eyes as sleep once again drifted in.
But…
Though he lay snuggled under his fleece blanket in the dark of the wee morning hours and his eyes were closed, his soft little boy voice asked this question:
“Mama, when is it going to be morning? I am hungry.”
I stifled the giggle, kissed his forehead, and assured him that “morning” was only 2 hours away. And his soft snoring resumed almost as if on queue.
I smile at how a little boy’s clock doesn’t feature numbers…just food.