“Mom, I need to tell you something….”
That is how the conversation started a couple of weeks ago. And then my teenage son pulled out this cup from behind his back.
“I broke your favorite dish.”
I was in the middle of making dinner, the house was chaotic but I knew that my teenager needed me.
So, I quickly turned off the stove and sat down with him at the stools by the kitchen island.
“It’s okay,” I said.
“You aren’t super mad at me?” he asked.
“Nope. Not at all.”
He then went on to explain that he had broken it but he wanted to take the time to try to fix it….and then he showed me the glue gun burns on his fingers that showed his efforts.
“I promise it’s okay,” I said with a nod.
“Thanks mom, I love you.”
And those last three words were the icing on the cake. The dish mattered nothing at that moment. But my son did. He mattered.
And I am glad I didn’t pass up that moment to nurture a relationship and not ruin it over a broken dish.