Without saying a word, he darted back into our room (this is where we do our jammying for some reason) and hopped up onto the bed to lay with Daddy for a bit.
Once I finished with Ella, I told
her, “okay, let’s go brush your teeth.
You go to your bathroom, and I’ll meet you there!” And off she went. It’s the same statement every night; and, for
whatever reason, I ALWAYS get full cooperation from her when I say it (unlike most other things).
I took a few breaths of my own
without having to motivate anyone, respond to any questions, drum up any fake
excitement over insignificant things before heading to the bathroom to meet
her. These are some of the best few
seconds of my day.
I had just stepped outside our
bedroom when Ella came bounding across the hallway floor toward me with her
toothbrush in her hand.
“Look what Cal did, Mommy!” she
exclaimed, her eyes smiling and her mouth grinning from ear to ear.
I looked at the toothbrush she
held in her hand and on the brush was a dab of toothpaste.
My eyes quickly smiled and my
mouth grinned from ear to ear as well. I
pictured Cal, alone in the bathroom after brushing his own teeth, thoughtfully
grabbing Ella’s toothbrush, opening the tube of toothpaste (something she is
unable to do herself), squeezing a little dab of paste onto the brush and
gently setting it down next to the sink.
No one was watching or expecting this of him, and he didn’t bring any
attention to the fact that he had. It
was a genuine random act of kindness, a small action on Cal’s part that warmed
my heart and filled me with pride.“Cal, that was SOOOOO nice,” I told him. “I am SOOOOO proud of you.”
And Ella and I then went and brushed her teeth.
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