It is three o'clock in the morning. I am laid out. Mouth wide. Drool. Sleepy-town.
He wakes up, looking for his Mama.
He finds her. She never went away.
It is nine o'clock in the morning. Elmo is on. I let him eat cookies for breakfast.
He's the only one who knows.
It's four o'clock in the afternoon. Still no nap.
I cry and ask God, "Do you even want to spend time with me?"
He sees it. My fit in the Barnes and Noble parking lot. A few others see it too.
It is ten o'clock in the evening. I am spent, sitting in my chair with my computer.
He is getting tired, coming to me for ninny every five minutes.
I glance at one tired man. He knows. It's time for bed.
The little he gives his Mama a kiss, is coaxed to move bed-ward with the prospect of brushing his teeth.
I hear them say their prayers.
It's five after ten o'clock in the evening. My first time alone today.
I sit in my chair and reflect and plan for tomorrow (my favorite part).
As I think, I sit in wonder; my life has been laid bare before the two I love most.
My ways are plain to them. And THAT is making me more like Him.