I get that you use this time to prepare or run or do whatever you do to pep you up,
but when I find myself up before the sun,
all I want to do is cry and stare at the wall and go back to sleep.
I can prepare for the day just as well past midnight.
The prayer line to heaven is just as clear after dark.
Coffee tastes just as good when I’m sipping from a travel mug in the car.
What my kids lack in a cheerful morning mom, they gain in the afternoon-mama-who’s-hit-her-stride.
Night owls— you are my people. We can not be changed. We are just as productive. We are just as valuable. And I don’t know who needs to hear this, but
it’s totally acceptable to cook tacos or rearrange furniture at midnight.
**This post was written by Whitney Ballard of Trains and Tantrums and originally appeared on her Facebook page.
