We are in our “standing-to-eat-dinner” era. 

I mean, it’s like an unwritten rule that the minute you sit down to eat dinner, your kid decides he has to poop right? 

Or the second after you take your first bite, your baby spits up? 

Right?

Right? 

Anyway, we shoveled chili and cornbread into our mouths last night. It all came together pretty near bedtime, so it was a little bit of chaos around here. 

But you know how I know I’ve got a good partner in this whole thing? 

I mean, truly. 

This morning, when he went to look for the salt, he couldn’t find it anywhere. I went into the kitchen to help him look. Opening up cabinets. Checking the spice rack once again. 

He found it in the cabinet where we keep our coffee. (The honey is in there and the recipe for cornbread called for honey and salt, y’know?) 

And, instead of rolling his eyes or making a dumb comment, he smiled.

I left the kitchen feeling a little embarrassed. And confused because I genuinely don’t remember doing that.

He smiled and laughed again and looked at Ishu, “Tired Mama!” 

Sweet guy. 

I feel like so many times I do the things that probably inconvenience him. I misplace things. Move his waterbottle in my mindless state so then he spends an extra 2-3 minutes looking for the thing. 

But instead of being annoyed, he pauses to think about WHY that happens sometimes. Because I’m likely in the middle of doing something for our family. 

And, well, I just think that was the smallest compassion he gave me this morning. But it felt like exactly what I needed.