That's exactly what Porter said to me when he woke up Monday morning. I said, "Why?" He said, "Because, I hate to sleep, Mom!" Which is funny, because he is the last one to wake up in the morning. He never wants to go to sleep at night, either. I think his personality is such that he doesn't want to miss out on anything. He thinks that sleep robs him of that.
I love his happy, go-lucky attitude. Madi and I, we tend to be uptight when everything doesn't go right or we feel like we're losing control. Porter already senses that in me and he'll say, "It's okay, Mom. It's okay." He says that to me all of the time and I always smile, because I realize I am taking something way too serious and need to chill out.
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When I had to leave on Tuesday morning, Madison was feeling very sad. She said, "Mom, I am feeling sad." I said, "I know, honey. This is really hard. It's hard for me too." I said, "Do you want to cry?" She said, "Yes." I said, "It's okay, so do I. But it will only be for awhile." She hugged me and said, "Okay, Mom. I love you. I will call you so you don't miss me so much." I don't know how she is so grown up for only being 3. I am sure every parent thinks this, but I look forward to seeing what they will accomplish in life and how much more they are going to teach me.
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It was good to talk to you last night. I look forward to another "therapy session."
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