Mornings, motherhood, and making minor changes

Don't make me turn in my morning person card forever.

I’ve always taken a lot of pride in my status as a morning person. I’ve worn it like a badge of honor in a way that’s embarrassing. And probably a little annoying.

As a teenager, I heard my friends and classmates compare notes on their ten or eleven o’clock weekend wake-ups. I couldn’t relate. I had only ever slept that late once or twice.

In college, I n…