It’s first thing in the morning. Not even half way through my coffee yet. I don’t usually blog this early but I just had to blog this little snippet to give a giggle. It’s been one of those mornings where when I woke up and my blankets were just so. Perfectly wrapped around me. I wasn’t too hot, or too cold. My pillow was just right too. Rain pittering on the window. Most mornings I wake up to Carter yelling to get out of his room so he can get his morning drink of orange juice. I swear it’s his equivelant to coffee because he can not go without it and it has to be right when he wakes up. He can’t function without it. Anyway, back to me laying in my bed, basking in the cozyness, listening to the rain drops on the window. I’m thinking ”ohhh… this is so lovely!!! Everything is quiet, I’m going to enjoy this for as long as I can until everyone wakes up”. I roll over and get even more comfortable.
Then I hear whispering in my room. Now Cooper is always the first one up so he just comes to our bed and we put on the cartoon channel until everyone else wakes up. We’re usually 20 mins behind him. But this monring when I opened my eyes it was quiet. No Cooper beside my bed. No Cooper in my bed. But I hear whispering . I listen, trying to not let him know I’m awake and I hear him saying “I’m bigger than Carter! I am NOT afraid of the dark! I’m bigger than Carter! I am not afraid of the dark!” and he runs as fast he can into my bathroom, grabs a tissue and runs back out. Then triumphantly (sp?) but quietly as to not wake anyone he whispers to himself “Yes! I did it. I’m a big boy”.
I giggled to myself and relished that moment. And when he got to the side of my bed I greeted him with “good morning my big boy” and the smile on his face that he just conquered a fear was absolutely priceless. I love moments like these.
Now I’m off to drop them at nursery school. Hope you all have a good day 
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I’m so glad you took the time to write this out. What a precious image of your son encouraging himself!
When my son was a bit older than either of yours, I has been assailed with demands that we go for a walk in the hills ‘Just the men!’ I had tucked him into bed with his repeated demand being answered by saying..’Well if you are up before me in the morning, then we’ll go!
Well, like you, I was comfortably ensconced in light slumber at 6.30 the next morning when the tapping on my shoulder woke me up. He was already dressed, with anorak, and rucksack filled with cisps, choc bars, coke, etc. No amount of appealing to his better nature, or the Lady of the house, would separate him from the bedside. We did go walking (unshowered and unshaved I must admit), but it was a great time.
Even now that he is 35 now, I have never let him forget it!
Thanks for your story.