The Tastiest Omelette

My son had always been a fussy eater. Like always, I was struggling to make him eat today. After watching him spit reasonable amounts of rice, I asked him if he wanted omelette. For which he readily agreed. But leaving him alone in the living room while I was busy in the kitchen would be catastrophic. So my smart brain, gave me a smarter idea. I asked my son if he would make the omelette. He readily agreed. Man! the enthusiasm in his face is worth millions (to me.. That is). 

He broke the egg with my help and mixed a little salt and pepper. He beat the egg without spilling, while I was unnecessarily fidgeting. Some part of me, somewhere inside was telling me that he would drop the bowl and its contents. Not that we didn't have more eggs at home, but we didn't have any room freshener at home. But then, my son behaved like a gentleman this time. So I lifted him and helped him pour the contents onto the pan. I flipped the omelette myself and shifted the final product to the plate. 

I asked my son, "Who made the omelette?" He replied, "Mom." 

I asked him, "Who broke the egg?" "Me" he replied. 

"Who beat it?" "Me" he answered.

"Who poured it onto the pan?" "Me." By now, he had realized what I was trying to convey and gave me an ear to ear grin. I love to see my son smile. But love it more when he smiles for the right reason. I might not be the best mom. I sometimes break down and talk to so many mommys for help. My son is stubborn and indisciplined in many regards. But moments like these are the rays of hope trickling down the dark clouds of confusion. My fussy eater ate the omelette without complaint and when I asked if it was tasty, he said "Yes." with a radiant face. The omelette didn't have any special ingredient but the fact that it was a fruit of his effort made it tasty for him. 

I remember posting about his love for his kitchen set last year. But he came over it in a couple of months. I am sure after few more trials his enthusiasm for self made food would also die. But for now, I choose to cherish this moment. I realize its not the quantity of time we spend with our kid that matters but the quality of time we spend with them does.