That’s what the 10-Year-Old said while educating me on the gun choices in Rainbow Six Siege. It was a long day and I just got done putting the 5-Year-Old to bed. I was oversaturated, exhausted and just done. All I wanted to do what veg out with my laptop and the Food Network, but before bed I asked him to empty the dishwasher.
He complained about it, for a minute, as he always does. Then he started chit-chatting, rattling off character names and game strategy. Frankly, it all sounded Chinese to me. I looked over at him, closed the laptop and tried to focus on what he was saying.
That’s when he said, “Oh, are you working?”
“Yeah, but it’s OK.”
“Good, because I like talking to you.” he said, and then continued right where he left off.
I’m surprised I didn’t burst into tears right in the moment because it’s making me tear up a little now just thinking about it.
Sometimes when I’m in the trenches, getting up early and dragging my butt to the gym, juggling what feels like a million balls in the air throughout the day, coming home and making a mess while cooking dinner, I wonder if all the effort is worth it.
“I like talking to you.”
Although nothing to do with my choices to live a healthier life per se, those 5 words were my reward for making, what sometimes can be, the harder choice.
It was a nice pat on the back.