***Looking at that word – “sandwich” – it looks weird.***
Daniel has been making his lunch in the mornings before camp for most of the summer. Even though it leaves my counter in a mess, and somehow I managed to get peanut butter on my shoe one morning, I adore his independence.
The first time made his own sandwich, he cut me a piece of it. It was a perfect PB&J. You know, the perfect amount of peanut butter and jelly – you live for this kind of thing. He was fired up about it so he has been making his own sandwich every morning ever since.
I was preparing to take him into the office with me following our Kindergarten Orientation and I asked him to make his lunch. Our conversation went as such:
Daniel: “I’ll make two sandwiches. Mommy, you haven’t eaten lunch yet? Ill make you a sandwich too!”
Me: “That’s sweet and thoughtful of you! Okay thanks.”
Daniel: “Mommy, there’s not enough jelly for two sandwiches. I can make peanut butter sandwiches.”
Me: “No, Daniel, that’s okay. There’s enough jelly for one. Just make yourself a sandwich.”
Daniel: “But, Mommy, what will you eat?”
My heart was touched. He is so sweet and kind and caring. And it’s so genuine. I couldn’t resist his little heart. Times like this really touch my core and make me feel proud of the parent I am and the little gentleman I am raising.
In all of the yelling and screaming and standing on my head that I do, I always welcome these little moments of sanity where I get to celebrate not only his independence but his pure little heart too. I love this kid and I want the best for him.
I think he is going to make an exceptional husband – if he chooses to be a husband – one day.
SIDENOTE: Sandwich still looks weird when I read it.