I’m finishing up a work-related crunch, exacerbated by a personal crunch for a few things too. It has meant some long days combining the two, and with some dental fun, even some messed up sleep schedules. Last night, I was working late and then watched some TV episodes to unwind, too hyper to sleep. Crashed late, woke up late, had meetings that started right at 9:00 a.m. So I was off and running for the morning, without time for a proper breakfast.
I was looking forward to lunch, and then a mini-crisis hit at noon, so I was swamped during my expected break. I figured I would end up grabbing something at my next break which I hoped would be around 1:30. It actually was closer to 2:30, but I got a surprise in between.
My son, J, brought me lunch. It was all his idea. He is pretty sensitive and can read me really well, so he knows when I’m stressed out and having trouble with boundaries or schedules. So he grabbed some left over pizza, a plate, a cupcake he made last week that I had been saving, and a yogourt drink. Instant lunch. It was like manna from heaven, as they say. It was so nice and so perfect, I almost cried.
I love the man he is becoming, and his extreme sensitivity both terrifies me for his future heartaches and fills my bucket beyond measure.
Today I chose to be grateful for his act of kindness, and even more for his approach to life and family.
What choices did you make today?