funny, exciting and annoying moments
One of my best loves ones moments was one weekend afternoon, were all were in the living room. We were simply going to take it easy and have fun being with each other after a busy day on the road.
I was in the middle of cleaning the house and I told the kids to pick up their toys. They nodded obediently, but few minutes later the mood was totally different. Curiosity impelled me to search for them, and I discovered them in the kitchen, playing “cooking” with real kitchen utensils. Pots and wooden spoons were tossed about, flour covered the floor, and water was spilling over everywhere. The whole thing was humorous and irritating.
Why does this happen? Because children are highly curious and have unlimited imaginations! They want to imitate what they see a lot: their parents cooking in the kitchen. Without hesitation, they treat the kitchen as a playground where they can test ideas. For them it was just an innocent game, for me, that meant double work to clean up everything.
“When did this take place?” It was a Saturday afternoon, somewhere close to 4 : 00 ; the house looked clean enough, so I figured I could go relax. But reality slapped me in the face. A relaxing moment turned into a moment of surprise.
How did it all come about? Y ellos me tomaron de la cocina utensilios — cuchillos y tenedores entre otros— con mucha discreción mientras yo barría el patio. They bussed out with great glee the flour, water and a smidge of sugar, and then spun the stuff around like seasoned griddle-padders.
They had the faces of real deal foodies, if not food show viewers. I nearly laughed at their naiveté, though I was already picturing how much effort it was going to take to scrub the kitchen.
Where did it happen? Well, the “battlefield” was the kitchen, normally an overwhelmingly tidy and orderly space. The white floor was dusted with flour, counters damp and children’s clothes smeared with dough.
Who was involved? My two children and I. They were both a delight and a small “disaster area” for my patience to navigate. Initially I was annoyed but the sight of the “innocent” laughter softened the annoyed me.
To a great deal of good-natured ribbing, we wound up scrubbing the kitchen. That is when I learned to look for the joy, because behind every aggravation, there is an emotion of happiness and you just may hold those memories forever.
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