This morning, as I’m standing at the kitchen sink washing up breakfast dishes, there was this exchange:
Sean: Mom, can I have a popsicle?
AM: No Sean, you just had breakfast.
Sean: Well, then how about an ice cream bar?
AM: No. You can have an ice cream bar after dinner.
Sean: Mom, can I have dinner?
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I could have said “Go play!” or “I said no!” or any number of other mom-isms.
But instead, I dried my hands, went to the freezer, got out an ice cream bar and sat down on the kitchen floor and shared it with him. Just because. Just because he looked so cute in those dinosaur pajamas with his hair all askew, just because he opted for negotation over whining, just because I sometimes over-compensate for having to be the parent who metes out most of the discipline, just because as I looked at him looking up at me I wanted to gather him up in my arms and cover him in kisses, just because life is too darn short. Just because.