I tricked her. I went in her room while she was studying and said,
“Come out here and be with me, …and unload the dishwasher.”
Luckily she wants to spend time with me. She didn’t however like the idea of doing the dishes, but she did it anyway. I was getting ready to prepare dinner and wanted her company.
She retorted, “Let’s empty it together.”
She unloaded and handed them to me while I put them in their place. Then we switched without exchanging words because she was closer to the place the dishes belonged. We danced and flowed from dishes to conversations about our day, while we began to cut up fruit and prep dinner.
She cut. I boiled. She stirred. I chopped. She drained the noodles. I spiralized the zucchini and carrots. We go well together.
She got up and decided she wanted to bake. I followed her back into the kitchen.
She baked. I admired. She shared. I tasted.
We all gathered in the small space together and I called for a group hug. They thought I was crazy. I know they are growing up but they’re still all my babies. So we hugged. In that moment. For a second, because they know their mom is crazy!