It's no wonder he sleeps in. He stays up late. Tucks me in, kisses me goodnight, turns off his dad's audiobook, turns on his own. I wonder if he enjoys that time by himself. I hope so.
Last night he told me a story about super heroes. One hero's super power was normalcy.
"Everyone wants to be normal, but nobody is. Being normal is a super power."
I was half asleep, but I opened my eyes and lifted my head, struck by this profundity.
My little hero blows me away. His super power is a perceptive acumen beyond his years. Yet to me he still looks like a baby when he sleeps. Clever camouflage.