We live at the top of a steep hill, and when the sun is high in the sky, you’d be drenched in sweat by the time you climb to the top.
Yesterday, my daughter opened the fridge and there was no milk. She wanted to make a smoothie.
Immediately, her father said, “I’ll walk down the hill to get some.”
“She can do it herself,” the Asian tiger mum in me chipped in automatically. “She is a big strong girl.”
He waved me off. “No, I will,” in a tone that brooked no argument.
When he came back with the two bottles of milk, he was sweating profusely and slightly out of breath.
“You should’ve let her walk down for the milk,” I grumbled. “Look at you.”
He beamed at me. “No, no, I needed the walk. Good cardio exercise and I sweated out the alcohol from last night as well.”
I know he was just saying this, for who on earth would go walking up steep hills at the height of the midday in the tropics?
Except if it is for love of the purest kind. One without conditions or resentment.
And so, this reminds me of something beautiful in my favourite book that I read on Valentine’s day,
Let all that you do be done in love.
Especially in parenting ❤