It is 7:31 in the morning and she is standing beside my bed. “My green night light went off.  Isn’t that funny?” And then, abruptly, “I’m hungry. I want ‘ogurt.” I haven’t even opened my eyes and already I am needed. Is this every mother’s battle? Or just mine? Her breakfast was made and served before my glasses were on, my face was washed or my coffee was even poured. If you’re wondering if it’s not easy preparing food without your full vision, it’s not. I tried not to turn the TV on this morning. But then I did. A mom I don’t ‘actually’ know on Instagram wrote a post…

From where I sit on my bed behind the purposefully closed door, I can hear my family. In the morning light, dust fairies twirl to the muffled melody of my husband’s guitar. It is as if I can see myself sitting there: still in last night’s pajamas, coffee resting on my half-made bed, unbrushed teeth, and an uncombed ponytail. I’m not sure how many days it has been since my last shower. I am suddenly very grateful that, like me, my husband neither cares nor seems to count. I have asked for this morning alone, without our newborn daughter and him, and he has graciously encouraged me like a Nike…