Friday, January 23, 2009

Scrambled Eggs & Sunshine

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Last night JD asked me how to make scrambled eggs. It was 10:30 at night & I wasn't feeling well. My first thought was negative, but it only took a second for the lightbulb to go on. My grunt-for-an-answer, I don't need your help, almost 17 year old son was asking for my help!

A chance for real interaction with my boy. The angels were singing here in Mimi-ville.

I hopped up & got out the little pan, while I told him to crack the eggs on the counter, not the edge of the cup. Cracking them on the counter creates less chances for bits of shell to get into...

The eggs were cracked on the edge of the mug. My son explained to me that he had taken "lifeskills" and in that required class they told him how to crack eggs. On the rim of the receptacle. In Lifeskills class they learned how to crack eggs to make brownies. They also learned how to make root beer floats. If the class is called Lifeskills wouldn't scrambled eggs actually be a more useful life skill than ice cream floats?

Anywho, guess who had shells inside of his eggs? Of course I had to pick them out becasue my Sunshine will not do any activity that required his fingers to get icky. Ever. In preschool the teacher thought he had been badly injured when she put his little hands in finger paint. I was at the school & they called me into the room because they couldn't figure out why he was howling. He was crying too hard to tell them that he didn't want his hands glopped up with paint.

Once we got the stray shells out, (I did make him try), I put some margarine in the warm pan & told him that we needed to wait for it to bubble. I had to laugh watching this 6 ft. tall, 16 year old holding his mug of eggs, waiting, waiting, waiting for the butter to get hot enough. Patience is not the strong suit of my Sunshine!

I've never worked harder to make something so simple come out perfect. I wanted him to know how much these few moments meant to me. I showed him how to cook the eggs slowly & move them around to get flully curds of egg.

He said "Thank you" and proceeded to put ketchup on my perfect plate of eggs, but it didn't matter. Those eggs were a type of love letter, a thank you for the small moments that I have learned to appreciate above almost all other. The times I miss the most as he grows into his own man and away from being my Sunshine.

12 comments:

Lynnette said...

I can't see through the tears! That was a special moment for you. And you write so well! Thanks for sharing that. I still have a couple more years with my own little 'Sunshine'!

Jane Anne said...

Oh, Mimi, this was a special post. It really made me think about when my boys get older. What great moment. I call my 3rd son my Sunshine. It is kind of funny because he is the toughest, wildest one of the bunch! If you have seen my blog pictures, he is the one that is currently sporting a mohawk!
Thanks for sharing this story.

Andrea said...

What a tender story! Thanks for sharing. :)

Joy in the Burbs... said...

Bonding over eggs. I understand.
We take those rare times however we can get it.
Your oldest sounds like mine in the goo department. She wants to help cook, but goes running at the sight of raw chicken.
She was making brownies and she cracked the eggs on the side of a glass bowl and chipped the glass into the mix. We had to throw out the whole thing.
She is taking that Life Management Skills class this semester. I'll be curious as to what she learns.

Joy

He And Me + 3 said...

I loved this post. That was so sweet. So glad you got to share that moment with your son.

Queenie Jeannie said...

Ahhh! That was so sweet!! Aren't you smart for taking advantage of the moment!!!

splummer said...

Hi!
Wonderful Story!! Thanks for sharing! Thanks for stopping by my place. Have a great day!!

Sherrie

Alicia, The Snowflake said...

Oh Mimi, that makes me want to cry. It is hard to think about them growing into a man. It is a fact of life, but it is difficult to think about. I pray he thinks about you in the future when he makes eggs.

BTW, I eat ketchup on my eggs, too. Yum Yum!

Michele said...

Oh, what a sweet post. Gotta go hug my little gals!!

Thanks for visiting me on my big, bloggy day!

melanie @ don't expect much said...

LOL He does the ketchup thing too? My son puts ketchup on literally EVERYTHING! Great post and a terrific reminder that the time we have left with our older children is fleeting at best... Thank you!

Rachael said...

What a great post! I can't believe I'm going to be doing that kind of thing with my son someday...

Diane said...

really good post mimi! i have similar sensory quirks myself. to touch something that really weirds me out, it can really be almost horrifying! lol

glad you got those few special moments. maybe now you can rest, knowing he'll be able to make more than just brownies and floats!