A Childhood Memory

I was trying to figure out recently where my "early bird" tendencies originated from and it sparked a memory from decades past to resurface. I remember waking up around the time my Mom would wake up. Most of the time she would beat me to waking but more often than not her moving around would wake me too. I remember she would get up between 5:30 and 6:00am to enjoy a cup (or two if she could sneak it in) of coffee before the rest of the house started stirring. She would sit in the dark, or near dark, and just relax and sip. Occasionally I would encroach on this solitude and sit in an adjacent chair and talk. I have no recollection of any of the specific conversations but the overall memory and mood are worth savoring.