Waiting and Waiting

Dear Connor,

Merry Christmas! I have to give you serious props because you don't normally have a lot of impulse control but you showed extreme restraint this morning when it came to opening your Christmas gifts. Unsurprisingly, you reeeeeally wanted your presents, so you came into my room at 4:30am this morning and asked if you could go downstairs and open them. I said it was too early and that you had to go back to bed. You came in again at 5:30am and 6:30am. I gave you the same answer both times. On the dot, you came in at 7:30am and I said everyone else was still sleeping and we had to wait for Daddy, MuiMui and DiDi to wake up so that we could open presents together. At 8am, everyone was still asleep and you--close to defeat--collapsed face-down on the edge of my bed, sighed the heaviest sigh ever and asked, "Why is everyone sleeping so long???" I was so proud of you for waiting so patiently without whining or making noise--and felt so bad for how torturous all that waiting must have been--that I told you that you could pick one present and open it while the others were still sleeping. You flew down the stairs and brought back the biggest gift with your name on it. And the look of joy on your face when you saw your new Paw Patrol toys--that's why we do what we do :-)

Merry Christmas, sweetheart!

Love,
Mom