When my boys were younger I always worked multiple jobs. Okay, I still am, and probably always will be a workaholic. Actually, most of my life working like a dog has been an absolute necessity, yet even when not, I always maintained the same work ethic.
I became the queen of quick meals, crock pot cooking and yes, the master of the microwave. I was always pretty proud of myself and my ability to hold two jobs, vacuum the living room while still wearing a suit and heels, wash, dry and fold laundry into the wee hours and of course, whip up a meal in minutes.
Kevin, then 6 years old, came home with a smile, a bounce in his step and a paper from school boasting an “A”.
“Mom, guess what? I got an “A” on a project!” Kevin beamed.
“That’s wonderful honey! What was the assignment?” I inquired.
“Well, everyone had to write down what their favorite food was, write one sentence about it and draw a picture.” Kevin continued, “Most of the kids picked pizza or hot dogs…but wait until you see mine!”
Kevin continued beaming as he turned his paper that sported a large “A” towards me so I could see.
At the top of the paper, Kevin had written perfectly, “My favorite food is broccoli.”
Underneath was his sentence about the topic.
“Boy, Can my mom microwave up a box of broccoli!”
The drawing below showed a box of broccoli and a to scale replica of the green giant.
Embarrassed and momentarily fear struck, I tried to form a smile. My first-born child had no idea that broccoli was grown in soil, in gardens and farms.
“I’m so proud of you Kevin!” I said with a hug.
I’m definitely going to have to decline that “Mother of the Year” nomination…it’s the right thing to do.
And…this year, maybe plant a garden.