Long ago when I was a wee little girl
growing up I dreamt of the day I would be an adult with full authority over my
life. My fantasy included water fountains filled with soda and the termination
of a bedtime. And although I knew one day I would have a family of my own to
love and cherish, I wasn’t the type to dream about a wedding, my ideal husband
or the babies I would be a mother to. The only time I imagined having kids was after
my four sisters and I finished eating dinner and it was my turn to do the
dishes. “I will make them do all the chores I don’t want to do!” I thought to
myself. Now that I have my own little baby it’s game time.
Dylan’s a little too young to be on dish duty and despite
his knack for finding what the vacuum doesn’t suck up, he isn’t quite ready to be
my slave helper. But I’m a problem solver so I found a job he can do:
make mommy coffee. I take my brew very seriously and my big investment has been
a coffee machine that operates with a single push of a button. Babies love
buttons! Dylan can’t reach the machine by himself but that’s okay, he’s still
job training.
So each morning when Dylan and I are both up I take him from
his crib and tell him it’s time to make mommy coffee. I carry him to his job
site, put a cup under the dispenser and as I lean in toward the buttons I tell
him to push it- and he does. The loud sound of grinding beans ensues and Dylan
looks at me with satisfaction. Within seconds the coffee begins dispensing and Dylan
wiggles about, drunk with pride. I thank him profusely and tell him what a good
job he’s done then put him down so I can enjoy the fruits of his labor. Everyone’s
a winner! I always knew I’d love having kids.
