I was already running late. Still, I had to make a quick stop at the supermarket to buy some groceries. “That turned out well”, I thought, as I spent less than ten minutes getting home from the store. I quickly apologized to my kids as I made for the kitchen to prepare dinner. Oh my, I would need to multi-task because they were also yet to do their school homework. Anyways, I got right to it – got them all seated with their stationery and told them to do the ones they could and I would help with the rest later on.

As I cooked, my daughter would come to the kitchen now and again. I would send her out each time. Besides the fact that she was not done with her assignment, she was well aware of the no-entering-the-kitchen rule, to avoid any accidents. Yet again, she comes to the kitchen and just stays by the door; this time she came with her little chair. Getting frustrated and with that stern look on my face, I asked her what she wanted. Stripped of her typical bold mien, she barely looked into my eyes. “I just want to stay with you”, she whispered. Those eyes get me every single time. Yeah, you guessed right, I let her. Insisting she sat right by the door, she gladly watched as I made for the ingredients and continued with my cooking.

She grinned the entire time, I thought her face would go stiff or even sore with the smile. Lol. Let’s just say she was one happy little girl that was basking in the euphoria of being with her mummy.

The next morning was a weekend. I had to prepare breakfast, quickly make my daughter’s hair and get the kids ready for a friend’s birthday party. As I made some french toast, my daughter and her older brothers come into the kitchen to help. This time, I let them. Breakfast didn’t take that long. I’d say it was even fun.

Some mothers do have them!