It was a lazy Sunday during the summer and my son didn’t eat dinner because he said he wasn’t hungry after our late lunch. His dad and sister fell asleep relatively early after a fun but exhausting day. I was already in bed but since I’m a night owl, I wasn’t sleeping when I heard my son’s footsteps around midnight.
When I asked him whether everything was alright, he told me he was a bit hungry and that he was going to the kitchen to grab a snack. I offered to make him a grilled cheese sandwich so at least he’d eat something more nutritious than cookies or chips. While we waited for the cheese to melt, we took the time to talk. I told him to remember this moment –when his mom got out of bed to make him a sandwich at midnight– once he’s a teen and feels that I don’t understand him or that I’m too strict. He laughed and gobbled down his sandwich.
A few days later, I had to work until really late during Swim Week in South Beach and I attended different events and fashion shows. I called my husband as I always do once I was heading back home and our son was next to him. I shared with them how tired and hungry I was. My son was a bit shocked I hadn’t eaten yet since it was past 11 pm.
Half an hour later I happily opened the door to my house, excited at the prospect of kicking off my heels and eating something. I almost fell when I found myself eye to eye with my son. Not only because he was waiting for me, but because he was holding a plate. “Surprise!” he said. He had made me a grilled cheese sandwich.
I never expected this and it certainly was the most delicious grilled cheese I have ever had. It’s true that the best things in life are made with love.