My friend, Estella, told me that when it comes to sleep there are two types of kids: Larks and Owls. One set rises at the butt-crack of dawn with a smile, completely ready to start the day and happy to be awake. Owls are just the opposite. They prefer to play until the wee hours of the night and feel more alive as the moon rises.
I am not a lark.
But my sweet Warren is. Though he’s always been a good sleeper (sleeping through the night by 1.5 months–please don’t hate me) he has also been an early riser. We had to put a digital clock in his room and teach him that he couldn’t come out until it said 7:00 at which point he’d burst into our room with a robust, “It’s SEVEN, Dad & Mama!” Maddie has yet to reveal her true identity, but she appears to take after her mama more than a little.
Thank goodness Colin is more of a morning person than I am. I think that, at the beginning of our marriage, he was more prone to starting the day early, but I have since turned him to the dark side. But he does rise with the children more than I do. It takes me a full 20 minutes to fully wake up and stop being mad at the sun for shining.
I want to be like Warren and be full of energy at the start. I can fit so much more in the day if I get up before the kids. Scripture study, exercises, shower… I should have that done before their day begins or it may never get done. Can one become a lark and not resent it? I’m going to give it a try this week and see how my days go.
(Um, I’m not off to a good start since I’m writing this post at 11:26PM.)
Are you a lark or an owl?