Today, I was washing dishes, and broke my favorite coffee cup. It's my favorite because it's big, and holds a lot of coffee. And most importantly, it's my favorite because Ricardo made it for me. He painted it at the pottery place when he took the kids one day. And he painted my Glory Days "Go Buffs" on it as well as my jersey number. That he never saw me play, but remembers what my number was, is sweet, don't you think?
It's been a rainy day today, and the kids and I have been recouping from an incredibly busy summer. The rain couldn't come at a better time for this household. While we lounged, I attempted to put a dent in the ever-growing mound of laundry. I'm pretty sure I did a khaki load, a red load, a pink load, 2 dark loads, a lesser dark load, a grey load (yes, really, a grey load), leaving the lights and the whites for tomorrow. While running back and forth between that luxury, I started doing the dishes. And that's when I dropped my precious coffee cup in the sink while cleaning it and then tried to catch it, and cut my pinky. The entire split-second of destruction was loud. It all went down while the kids were eating dinner, both got up and rushed over to make sure I was okay.
I didn't even yell at them to sit down and eat. They were so concerned. It was kinda cute.
I'm a little kitchen-accident-prone, shall we say, and so I know that I'm also bleeder. It was just a little flesh wound, but was bleeding pretty badly. They both saw the blood and asked me again if I was okay. Lucy got me a bandaid and even unwrapped it for me, while Max found a paper towel for me.
They transformed into caregiver mode. Caregiver for the caregiver. Even their tone was very Mommy-esque Pretty cute and sweet.
While I was trying to soothe them because I was gushing blood. When I explained that I'm more sad that I broke my favorite coffee mug that Daddy made for me.
"It's okay, Mom. It was an accident. Daddy will understand. I'll tell Daddy it was an accident. I saw what happened, and I know you didn't mean to."
Oh be still my bleeding pinky and heart! That was the best clutzy injury moment to date for me. Just how naturally soothing and kind those kids were. How helpful they were. It was simply sweet.
That's how I roll.
