It’s 8:32 in the morning and I send a text message to both of my boys about the Thanksgiving holiday, which is over a month away. I have to make airplane reservations and I want to check on their schedules. I expect I’ll hear from Michael; it’s three hours later where he is and he already had a class this morning. Blake I don’t expect to hear from until at least late afternoon or evening with his sleep issues. He has a 10 am class, but he’s missed attending nearly every week.
To my surprise, it’s Blake I hear back from first at 8:39 am. He confirms his schedule for me.
Me: Whatcha doing?
Blake: Waking up.
Me: You heading out to class?
Me: Out of bed yet?
Me: Wow. Just wow.
Blake: I appreciate your amazement at my basic levels of human functioning. 😛
Me: It’s a mom thing.
Blake: Are turnovers a breakfast pastry or dessert?
Me: They are whatever you like them to be. Love you.
Blake: Love you too!
It’s a brief moment in time, but it’s a victory nonetheless. Blake is awake. He got himself showered at a time that allows him to participate in the day. Whether he will leave his apartment and head to school or head back to bed is uncertain. It is just this – a moment.