A few months ago I shared my story about the golden age of parenting then it turned to crap.
Last night was a bit of a mixture of both.
I had to go out for a little while and he had a couple of minor jobs to do. The understanding is that once he’s done these jobs then he can watch television.
I got home inbetween appointments and he immediately jumped into the shower which he should have already had, and he also hadn’t fed the dog. And I needed to use the shower.
I had to pop out again for a committee meeting and this is what greeted me when I got home.
A lovely note on the lounge room door: “I love you mum, with all my hart.”
The glitter lamp was providing some mood lighting in the lounge and the heater was on. He’d even put a Deep Forest CD on the stereo.
I was absolutely stoked that he’d done this so imagine how much my mummy pride lifted when he told me he’d done the dishes.
Yes, he’d done the dishes. Without asking!!!!!
Not only that. He’d washed out Monty’s dog food container and put it in the esky ready for the dog food delivery today.
He’d provided me with a drink of water – thought he’d better not pour me a wine.
He would have lit the candles but also thought he’d better not do that.
He would have got some dinner ready for me but wasn’t quite sure what I’d like.
But, he washed the dishes. Without me asking.
He was so proud of himself and I was so damn proud of him and he didn’t even have an ulterior motive. Not one.
I gave him lots of hugs and thanks and kissed him goodnight, made myself some cheese on toast and sat down to watch Big Brother.
I reckon I must be doing something right.
Adorable and yes you are doing something very right. What a gorgeous young man you are raising. It is never easy but that sweet note is one you should tuck away and treasure. Just how thoughtful was everything he did. Loved it.
It was so very thoughtful and it will carry me through times like the next day when he was being a pain in the ass. I’ve still got the note he wrote. Have taken a photo of that too.
You’re doing a grand job. And yes, kids are a pain in the bum sometimes – even now when my two are 50 and 48 they are still sometimes …
Thanks Hazel. And, um, thanks for letting me know they never really grow out of it.
The thing is that when they’re older they don’t live with you!