As we pulled into the grocery store parking lot, I announced that I would not be cooking dinner tonight. I offered Qdoba, but my daughter replied, “I’ll cook if you’ll show me how.”
Forty-five minutes later she took it one step further: “Tonight, I’ll be the mom and you can be the kid.”
I hear an innocence and simplicity in the way her words come out of my mouth. My adult-sized headache is fading, and the words are filling this space with ease.
I hear a compassion and optimism in the way my words come out of her mouth. She is growing up so fast, and before it’s all over tonight, she says, “On nights when I only have two or three pieces of homework and you don’t want to cook (which will probably be every night) I can be your Assistant Mom.” (Notice it was not “your assistant, Mom.”)
And even as I type this, I hear her in her room. “Hmph! It’s hard to be a kid.” Tell me about it. But being you, kid, has been the best part of my day!
This is the last day for the 2015 daily Slice of Life Challenge hosted by the team over at Two Writing Teachers. And although the month of March is over, I will not be acting like this is the end of anything. For so many of us, this is only the beginning of great writerly things. Thank you to the entire community for all that you’ve done to make this a safe and welcoming environment. See you on Tuesdays!