when her fever broke

When her fever broke, she met me in the kitchen with her bucket and sponge. "Mama, can I have some water please?" "What are you going to do with the water?" I asked. "I'm going to clean my kitchen." she said earnestly. I put a couple of inches of water into her bucket and handed it back to her. "That sounds like a great idea," I said. 

I was happy to see her wanting to play. She poured the water into her kitchen basin (which I've been known to disuade her from doing for fear of water stains.) But she's getting older. Her movements are more refined as are her intentions.  She washed her dishes one at a time with her sponge.

The she washed her counter top and the doors.

She began cooking, carefully moving water with a measuring spoon,  to a pot on the burner.

When she was all done, I mentioned that the water in her basin should be emptied out into the sink. And so she lifted it, once again with purpose and grace, and walked it to the sink.

I held it for her as she climbed her stool. When she found herself steady at the top, I handed it to her and she poured it out. Simple as that. She cooked and cleaned. I cooked and cleaned. The kitchen hummed as we worked together in silence.  

This was my moment of the day. 

Comments

[amanda (sweetpotatoclaire)]

sweet. I love her beautiful kitchen, and it's fun to see the pictures of her using it~ still on the lookout for one for Claire, debating between a couple and waiting to hear back from a carpenter acquaintance about whether or not she may be interested in building one......

[Catherine]

Goodness, she is growing, growing. What a sweet moment you've captured.

[Kimberly]

Oh so, so darling.