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When My Daughter Woke Up Bright and Early at 7 AM!

It was an ordinary morning, albeit one that began a bit too early for my taste. I heard the sound of small footsteps walking down the hallway just as the clock struck seven in the morning. My energetic and inquisitive kid had woken up at the crack of morning. I wished I could have slept for a few more minutes, but she was eager to start the day. I anticipated that this would be one of those mornings when her happy needs for attention would take precedence over my sleep.

It was difficult to remain angry at the early hour when she smiled brightly as she opened the door to my bedroom. “Good morning, Mommy!” she exclaimed, her voice beaming with joy. It was hard not to smile in return. Her unbounded vitality at this hour never ceases to astound me. She appeared to have been awake for hours, ready to take on the world with her typical adventurous energy, while I felt sleepy.

I got out of bed and we started our morning routine. Naturally, breakfast was the first item on the schedule. My ever-decisive kid knew exactly what she wanted: pancakes with strawberries and syrup. She excitedly set the table with her little hands as I began to make her favourite breakfast, chatting excitedly about her dreams from the previous evening. She filled me in on a world of fantasy that only a child could have, including unicorns, princesses, and a wonderful palace.

The aroma of freshly made pancakes filled the kitchen, and before long, we were seated to enjoy our meal. I laughed when my daughter took a bite and let out an oversized “Mmm!” When they were accompanied by laughter and shared meals, the early wake-up calls didn’t seem so horrible.

It was time to get dressed and ready for the day after breakfast. Like every small child, my daughter had her own preferences for what to dress. She insisted on choosing her own attire, and she decided on a bright pink tutu and a superhero cape for today. The combination made perfect sense to her, and that was all that mattered, even though it didn’t make much sense to me. I watched her dance with joy, her laughter resonating as she spun around the room in her imaginative outfit.

We went outside to play in the backyard since the weather was ideal—sunny and breezy. As soon as my daughter reached for her bubble wand, dazzling bubbles floated in the breeze, filling the air. She pursued them, letting out a loud laugh each time she burst one. I observed her as she relished the modest pleasure of a bubble-filled sky, and it made me think of how readily kids find delight in the little things.

We eventually headed to the park as the morning went on so my kid could let off even more of her boundless energy. She loved the swings the most, and her happy squeals got louder as I pushed her higher and higher. She cherished the sensation of soaring through the skies with her arms outstretched like a bird. I got to view the world through her eyes at these moments—one full of adventure, wonder, and limitless possibilities.

Her earlier zest had begun to fade by the time we got back home. It was almost time for nap time, a much-needed break for us both. Even while these early mornings sometimes be exhausting, I couldn’t help but feel thankful as we cuddled up with a book to read before her sleep. They were worth every early wake-up because they were full of creativity, fun, and a sense of community.

I smiled when my daughter eventually fell asleep, her little hand still holding onto the book we were reading. We had barely begun the day, but already we had experienced a great deal of unique time together. These were the days, with their early mornings yet abundant love and joy, that I knew I would remember with nostalgia. I therefore wouldn’t give these mornings with my daughter for anything, despite the early hour.

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