It's Time to Sleep

How much do infants teach adults about right living? 

A lot. 

This weekend, my son had a raging bacterial infection. 104 degree fevers, a lot of screaming. And he was very expressive about how miserable he was.  Babies and toddlers get their emotions out quickly - be it joy or sadness, they scream, bounce, roll, shake their head, and fling themselves on the ground.

Babies are: 

Are over this cracker. 
Cannot stand more water. 
Will not entertain the idea of crawling over there.  Like, are you kidding. me

One thing in particular is very clear for them: when it's time to sleep. 

That's the (queue Yonce) 'ring the alarm' state. 

How many times, as adults, do we ignore when we're tired? Or ignore what we're feeling? When office colleagues ask, "How are you?" we respond, "Great!" instead of really saying, "I'm still a bit tired, I'm sick of my own cooking, I kind of hate my car," or whatever mundane little annoyances are getting at us that day. When our day is done, we watch TV and fight sleep instead of letting our bodies and brains recuperate and mend. 

Loving a child is teaching me a lot about self-love. I try to reciprocate my actions with him, with myself. So when 10 o'clock rolls around, I do what the cool people in this world do (um, including 5th graders and seniors): go to bed. Because it's time to sleep!