Sometimes I’m treated to a small peak of what kind of adults my children will become, a little taste of the fruits of our parenting. And it’s sweet. As sweet as Hawaiian Punch.
I should explain that I’m not overly fond of Hawaiian Punch. It’s okay, but mostly it’s just another sweet, fruity drink that kids adore. If I’m really thirsty, I choose water. Actaully, I pretty much always choose water.
We had a little Hawaiian Punch leftover from a birthday party (see He’ll Always be my Baby). As we prepared for lunch the next day, one of the kids asked if we could drink that. Since I normally enforce the “water is the healthiest drink” rule at lunch, saying yes to this request qualified as a special treat which was greeted with cheers.
As they began to divvy up the punch into 4 cups, it was clear that no one would get too big of a drink.
“Oh, just divide it into 3,” I called from the kitchen. “I’ll drink water.”
My kids paused, looking puzzled.
“It’s okay,” I insisted. “I like water.”
Why do kids find that difficult to believe?
“You should have some, too!” chirped the little ones. “It’s not fair!”
“Mom,” Cameron said, laying his hand on my arm with a fatherly expression on his face. He does that more often now that he’s 7 feet tall. “I know why you said that. You’re just doing that so we’ll have more. You always do that. You always give up your share.”
I didn’t realize that I “always” did that…do I?
I smiled because he sounded so sweet just then. I wanted to pinch his cheeks, but like I said, he’s 7 feet tall. “It’s because I love you. I don’t mind.”
“But we love you, too. We want to do it for you.”
By this time, they were all in the kitchen, clamoring about how they really, really wanted me to have some of the Hawaiian Punch. It had become symbolic. A point of honor. They all wanted to sacrific some of their nectar to prove their love. Jordi even brought out her special pink and purple goblet inscribed in cursive with “Princess.” That cup doesn’t come out lightly.
As we sat down to our lunch (can’t even remember what it was now), they all grinned at me angelically. Then the entire episode drained from their minds as more pressing issues (like he’s poking me, do I have to eat this, can I play the PS2 when I finish my work) crowded out the memory. They were goofy kids again.
But oh my, that was sweet Hawaiian Punch. Better than water. 🙂
Romans 12:10 Be devoted to one another in brotherly love; give preference to one another in honor.