The day had been a long one, heavy in the waiting and trusting, noisy in the kid department. The kind where your energy drains faster because you are holding on to promises with all your might.
Lots of long stares into the cupboards, mostly bare, but not completely. Lots of turned up ugly faces at the can goods and other random items, I guess to let them know how much you wish they were deep dish meat covered, cheesy pizzas instead. Living within ones means can be a challenge and a battle of self-control at times.
Oatmeal for dinner.
And we all sit around the table, reluctantly eating this gourmet meal, husband and I exchanging hopeful glances that could fill novels. The baby foodie is grabbing at my bowl, as I’m breaking my rule of not holding kids while I eat. The little boy is snacking on raisins. Wooden Misters Elemant (Elephant) and Lion King (Lion) are walking across the table towards me. Clip clop. Clip Clop.
“Hi Mama, Hi. Hi Lion King. Hi Elemant. Bye.”
They march across the table in the opposite direction.
“Hi Daddy, Hi. Hi Lion King. Hi Elemant. Bye.”
A smile wipes across the daddy’s face. A sparkle glows in the little boys eyes.
They march back across the table.
“Hi Mama, Hi. ”
And before he can get the rest out, my eyes catch the daddy’s and we laugh, the kind of laugh that melts away heaviness. A joyful batch of tears well up in my eyes. The sparkle grows brighter and he laughs too. Baby girl squeals.
This is the most delicious part of the meal.
“Someday we’ll miss this” he said. “Miss what?” I ask and he answers, “being broke.” (I don’t know if we will, but I wrote it down just in case.)