I remember when I was a young kid
(probably a teen)
and my mom would be cooking dinner in the kitchen.
she would ask me to run downstairs
(to the storage room)
and get a can of soup,
or a box of rice,
or whatever -
and I would.
she would find another thing she needed from downstairs.
and she would ask me to go get it
Usually by the third or fourth trip downstairs,
I would sigh loudly,
or say, "ANYTHING ELSE?"
in my most annoyed teenager voice,
and would finally get it.
The other day,
I needed to make a grocery list,
but I was in a hurry to get on my way,
so I told Ani that I would call her from the car,
and would read the ingredients of the recipes I was shopping for.
I wanted her to check the house for the stuff
so I would know what was missing,
and could make my grocery list on the way.
(while Mart drove)
I called Ani.
I was reading things to her -
and I could hear her running up
Checking the freezer,
the storage room,
for all the things I needed
for the week.
After a few times of hearing the
thunk thunk thunk
of her feet running those stairs,
I actually laughed quietly
because I thought it was funny.
Then, I thought back to when I was young.
And I wondered if she would complain.
And she didn't.
Not even one time.
Not one word.
sometimes I think I was the biggest brat.
or I have the worlds best kids.
Oh - who am I kidding?