To Be the Protector to His Adventurer

A sweet, not distressing, normal mom essay from 2016. Enjoy!

It’s early, so early.

I roll over, stumble out of bed, dodging Legos and wooden trains. I break into a light jog “Cyrus!” combining the urgency of a yell with the whisper of trying not to wake my other son.

“Cyrus! Don’t!”

But, Cyrus does. He always does.

I scoop his small pajama-clad frame into my tired arms, savoring his little embrace and cursing his adv…