I came back from a really nice ride (bike) around the North end of Manhattan, restored by crisp Fall weather and the pleasure of stealing an escape on a Sunday afternoon. At times, on a bike, the city opens up and the waterfront offers beauty while the streets offer vibrant life. I lost count of the delicious smells I went by, and after 90 minutes I was really ready for something satisfying back at home. But I was totally unprepared for what I found when I walked in to the kitchen. Milo handed me an aluminum foil package and said “I made this for you.”
Inside was a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich on a toasted english muffin. Still warm, with ketchup. Like some kind of little dream from every time I’ve come in from the cold, the wet, the mud, tired and hungry and ready to eat everything in the fridge, here was my own son handing me a delicious sandwich he made and saved for my return.
There are many frustrations and challenges of parenting, and there are many unexpected joys, too. Teach your children to appreciate food, to cook it, and share your pleasure in it with them. And some day, they may just hand you a delicious surprise.
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