Today is my husband’s birthday. I was nice to him this morning. I made his breakfast. I can’t remember the last time I made breakfast for him. He gets breakfast in bed on Father’s Day. But the kids help with that. Maybe I made him breakfast the first year we were married, in 1990.
If he wants to eat before he leaves for work he can get up earlier and cook his eggs himself. He is a mature adult, why would I cook his breakfast? The same thing with lunches. He is a grown adult, he can make his own lunches.
I make dinner.
He worked late last night and didn’t get home until after midnight. I stayed up and waited for him. I didn’t want him to come home to a quiet house with no one to greet him.
Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind.
― Henry James
This morning I wanted to be kind. Instead of writing I made his breakfast.
This morning he came down and said, “I forgot it was my birthday. Thank you for making me breakfast.”
Everything he liked was on the table. Salt, pepper, water with ice and lemon, undercooked scrambled eggs with bacon and a few slices of an orange.
I made his lunch. A freshly grilled chicken breast, with left-over Caesar Salad, an apple,a small bag of peanuts and a Monster drink.
My husband can make his own breakfast and he can make his own lunch. I can make them too. I can be kind.
I had forgotten to be kind.
Kindness starts as a thought but ends as an action. Acting kindly toward others is the only real way to let people know we care about them and their happiness. Without action, kindness just lives in our minds but never touches the real world.
I don’t want my kindness to only live in my mind. I want to show I care.
As he was walking out the door I asked him, “Would you like me to make breakfast for you every day?”
“I don’t expect it.”
“But would you like me to?’