I eventually went back to bed and struggled to sleep. This morning when my daughter wanted company at 6 AM I groggily tried to impress on her the value of independence and the goodness of letting sleep deprived Mom stay deeply cocoooned and snoozing in bed. Fourteen year olds feel no compassion especially remembering all the drill sargent techniques their moms have used to get them out of bed. She has learned the skill far too well. It was a good morning, but my bed is still singing my name.
