Day 906 - Perfect Sunday morning with my kid - https://golifelog.com/posts/perfect-sunday-morning-with-my-kid-1687673881344
I've imagined and written about what a perfect morning or perfect day looks like for me. But being the new dad I am, I've never thought about a perfect morning with my kid.
Until today. When it happened for real, organically:
I woke up at 3am for a quick pee, but ended up not being able to sleep, so I woke by 4:50am to get a headstart on my side project. Sunday mornings are great for deep work. Everything's sooo quiet. Then by 8am my toddler wakes. My wife's still asleep – we let her sleep in some more. He opens the door, peeks out. I walk over, picks him up, and we walk around the house and chat for a bit. After a leisurely moring stroll around the house carrying him, we wash up. I let him brush his own teeth for the first time, with him standing on the toilet bowl. He usually refuses his teeth-brushing, but with the newfound autonomy, he did it with glee. I finish up the parts he missed. Then we're off to the kitchen. He asked for cherries, and I asked him to help me with it. He takes the stalks off, while I remove the cores. We throw in a few of his favourite mini sponge cakes, and a dollop of Greek yoghurt. He asks to eat standing up on a wooden stool at the pantry. I agree. We chit chat while he eats. For a three year old, he's pretty chatty when he wants to. I start eating my yoghurt with blueberries and pecans, and he starts joking about how pecans look like cockroaches. It's true, isn't it? Have you ever thought about pecans are cockroaches? I didn't. We laugh, then proceed to crush some 'cockroaches' into his yoghurt, and he had fun playing along with the joke. We giggle some more. In time, he finishes his breakfast, all by himself, without any nudging needed, without drama, without fighting, without power struggles, without any tears and crying that's often typical of breakfast. *What changed?* I don't know for sure, but I'm guessing it's got to do with the autonomy he got, the full participation he had in starting his day, and (hopefully) the full presence of a parent attending to him.
Sunday 25 June 2023. A perfect Sunday morning with my kiddo.
New core memory created... for me.
Until today. When it happened for real, organically:
I woke up at 3am for a quick pee, but ended up not being able to sleep, so I woke by 4:50am to get a headstart on my side project. Sunday mornings are great for deep work. Everything's sooo quiet. Then by 8am my toddler wakes. My wife's still asleep – we let her sleep in some more. He opens the door, peeks out. I walk over, picks him up, and we walk around the house and chat for a bit. After a leisurely moring stroll around the house carrying him, we wash up. I let him brush his own teeth for the first time, with him standing on the toilet bowl. He usually refuses his teeth-brushing, but with the newfound autonomy, he did it with glee. I finish up the parts he missed. Then we're off to the kitchen. He asked for cherries, and I asked him to help me with it. He takes the stalks off, while I remove the cores. We throw in a few of his favourite mini sponge cakes, and a dollop of Greek yoghurt. He asks to eat standing up on a wooden stool at the pantry. I agree. We chit chat while he eats. For a three year old, he's pretty chatty when he wants to. I start eating my yoghurt with blueberries and pecans, and he starts joking about how pecans look like cockroaches. It's true, isn't it? Have you ever thought about pecans are cockroaches? I didn't. We laugh, then proceed to crush some 'cockroaches' into his yoghurt, and he had fun playing along with the joke. We giggle some more. In time, he finishes his breakfast, all by himself, without any nudging needed, without drama, without fighting, without power struggles, without any tears and crying that's often typical of breakfast. *What changed?* I don't know for sure, but I'm guessing it's got to do with the autonomy he got, the full participation he had in starting his day, and (hopefully) the full presence of a parent attending to him.
Sunday 25 June 2023. A perfect Sunday morning with my kiddo.
New core memory created... for me.