Today started unusually busy and rushed.
The kids slept in since they’d been up late all week trying to catch up on middle school stuff.
As we all buzzed around the house, looking for this, packing up that — my daughter shouted from the top of the stairs:
Mom, can you make me a lunch, please?
For a split second, I almost hollered back up to tell her to make it herself.
But, here’s the thing.
I know and she knows she can make her own lunch. She is more than capable and on most days does most things for herself.
After a brief pause, I yelled back, “Sure!”
I thought as I grabbed for the yogurt and raisins, what a gift it is to be a mother. Doing for my kids is something I *get* to do.
I get to make their house a home.
I get to cheer for them from the sidelines.
I get to fill their bellies with nourishment.
I get to hold the barf bowl when they are sick.
I get to take them here. And take them there.
I get to watch them grow and become.
I get to tuck them into bed — even when they are old enough to tuck in themselves.
Our kids are growing up fast. They have so many responsibilities and commitments. And, they are capable. They can handle their business. They are learning to manage a lot.
I remember back to my own mom doing certain things for us and knowing, even as a tween, how lucky I was to have such a nurturing mom.
So — I packed the brown bag (because apparently lunch boxes are so uncool) and threw in a piece of her favorite candy.
I knew when she reached in and saw the little caramel as she sat down at lunch, she would grin. She would know her mom has her back.
Even if she can do it herself, I get to be here to add a little sweetness to her day. This. I get to do.
By Valli Gideons on www.facebook.com/mybattlecall
This piece originally published here