Had another of those moments. You know the ones, where up until it happens, all the years where I've been slaving away with no recognition, and a dwindling hope of ever seeing any returns to the hours and hours I've spent on a project seem wasted. And then suddenly, the light breaks through. Your son spontaneously asks if he can help with dinner. And the help he gives actually makes dinner prep shorter, instead of longer.
If I'd known it was coming I would have arranged a party. Instead we got to sit down to dinner at least 15 minutes sooner than I had thought, and got to enjoy a nice leisurely dinner.
Sure, now, it doesn't sound like much. But I have spent the last 7 years or so cooking around and with my son. Up until now, involving him has always made things take longer. He has either needed my help all the way through a process, or needed help completing each step, and guidance on to the next.
The colander was in the sink before I needed it, the Parmesan cheese made it on to the table with out me having to do it, he poured his own milk, and the lettuce was washed and torn into the salad for me.
I have high but realistic hopes. This won't be a regular feature. That would make it a job, not an adventure. But when I need him, he can pitch in, and make the impossible more likely. And when it is his turn to venture out into the big bad world, he'll already have some practice in the care and feeding of himself.
Good One Kiddo.
1 comment:
Oh man. A job indeed. You sound too smart to be doing this.
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