“You’re so stupid mom! You don’t know what you’re doing!”
Dad was laughing and I saw Mom trying to laugh… But, her eyes were sad. And I immediately wished that I didn’t say what I did. Mom wasn’t stupid. She was just trying to get me ready for dinner.
She tried her best to laugh it off, but I can see the pain in her eyes. The way she looked at me, it hurt me a lot inside too.
I wish I can take the words back.
Dad now scoops me up in his arms and he kisses me in the nuzzle of my neck. He then looks at mom and says, “See? Even the kid knows that you’re not doing it the way it should be done.”
I have forgotten all about what I said, me being 3 years old and all. I now have a happy and fuzzy feeling courtesy of my Dad.
After all, Mom was kind of being stupid and not doing what Dad wants her to do.
I see my Mom smile to Dad and sheepishly apologizes for not doing it right the first time. Dad then switches the TV on, and finds a show that he can watch with me. A purple dancing dinosaur starts singing and Dad tells Mom to join us – even if she was busy tidying up the kitchen. She comes and sit down and sings with us – she was out of tune – and her singing voice was almost like a whisper…
“Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun please shine down on me…”
My Mommy continues to sing; she is smiling, moving her hands and arms up and down… But, her eyes looked pained. Or maybe, she was just tired.
Dad gives her a kiss on the cheek. And she gingerly asks him if she could go back to the kitchen to finish her cleaning.
He nods. And then Mom rubs the top of my head with her hands. Then back to the kitchen she goes and I can feel her feeling a little relieved.
I wonder why.