This is a day I've been waiting for all my life. No, not my wedding...that's obviously well past. No, not the day my kids were born. Not my dream job offer, nor a big promotion at my current one. Not the day after Christmas sale or the first day of spring warm enough to put my kayak in the lake. This is different.
Tonight I came home from work tired (what's new). My husband was sweet enough to have made dinner and it was on the table waiting for me. As we finished dinner, my husband was done first and left the table to flip on Fox news and see how the Pennsylvania primary was going. I finished second and was so wiped out that I meandered into the living room and flopped down on the couch leaving my son and a mess on the table. My son finished last (again, what's new). But then it happened.
As I was lying on the couch, I could hear dishes clinking. I heard the fridge open and close several times. Ah, that's extra sweet, I thought to myself, my husband cooked AND he's cleaning up the kitchen. But I looked over and he was still sitting in his easy chair watching TV. I listened again. More clinking, more fridge opening.
I sat up and looked back over the arm of the couch (we have a great-room). There was my son...clearing the table, stacking dishes and putting food in the fridge. By the time he was done, he had cleared the whole table and done his best to wipe it off. I have never been filled with such motherly pride. (OK, well, maybe once or twice before). Now we're talkin'. This is the exact reason I had kids. (OK, exact might be a bit of a strong word, but you get my drift) Now if I can just teach him to completely work the washer and dryer...