Starting last month, every Monday morning after I drop off Henry at pre-K, I'm in charge of cleaning our church's kitchen. As always, Daniel is my companion and my "helper." At first, I wasn't sure how he would do because as any mom knows - three year olds are the least helpful helpers around. However, I've found that over the past few weeks I've been pleasantly surprised with his behavior. Of course, I'm no fool so I have an arsenal of snacks and toys that I bring to keep him occupied.
He often sits in the adjacent hall where I can see him through cut out windows. And you know what? I've found that there is something magical about those windows. The fact that I had to tell him it was time to get dressed ten times that morning melts away. Him refusing to eat anything on his breakfast plate is a distant memory. His soaked pants from jumping in puddles seem to vanish. His disgruntlement over having to brush his teeth has subsided. The fact that he fought me tooth and nail on just about every.single.thing that morning seems to vanish. In those moments, when I stand there watching him play from a distance, I'm not sure I could love him any more...
He often sits in the adjacent hall where I can see him through cut out windows. And you know what? I've found that there is something magical about those windows. The fact that I had to tell him it was time to get dressed ten times that morning melts away. Him refusing to eat anything on his breakfast plate is a distant memory. His soaked pants from jumping in puddles seem to vanish. His disgruntlement over having to brush his teeth has subsided. The fact that he fought me tooth and nail on just about every.single.thing that morning seems to vanish. In those moments, when I stand there watching him play from a distance, I'm not sure I could love him any more...