8 AM again and my feet won’t stop from the moment they hit the ground.
There are hugs and kisses and cuddles in between picking up, putting away and preparing for day ahead.
Noise, chaos and laughter swirl around our kitchen and I realize I wouldn’t want it any other way.
More kisses as Daddy leaves for work.
Breakfast is served, lunch box is packed, we are dressed and out the door, but not before one last struggle to put on shoes.
As I drive home alone, I pray his teachers are patient with him, his classmates are kind and he uses his manners.
I count down the hours until I can see my buddy again.
I am a mother.
This post is was also written for Write on Edge’s writing meme, Red Writing Hood. This week’s prompt: Take me to your version of 8:00 – AM or PM, fiction or creative nonfiction- in 200 words or less. Constructive criticism is welcome.