Cher here again!
It’s the most mundane activities and small moments that can bring memories to our hearts. Sometimes even in the middle of the night, when you reach the end of the toilet paper roll.
Last night I was so tired. I hobbled in the dark to the washroom and ended up using the last of the toilet paper. I checked the drawer for more. None. Bummer. I thought about leaving it until the next day when I wake up before the boys do. “They don’t use toilet paper to pee anyways” I thought at first. But then I remembered something that made me change my mind.
When I first stayed here last year during COVID, there was a night I had come downstairs after hanging out with Hailey and Brady and headed to bed. I was carrying a small pack of toilet paper from the grocery shop earlier that day. (this was when toilet paper was apparently going extinct) I left the pack outside the bathroom door and went to bed, thinking I would deal with it in the morning.
I remember waking up needing to pee a couple hours later but I could hear Dekker was in the washroom, and not only could I hear that he was just in there, but I heard him open the pack of toilet paper at 1am. I could hear that he opened the drawer as CAREFUL and quiet as he could, placing each toilet paper roll in there one by one, so he didn’t wake anyone. Then he slowly crumpled the bag and placed it in the trash bin beside the toilet.
And I thought, if Dekker can do such a selfless thing in the middle of the night without being asked, then why can’t I? And it may seem like such a small thing. But I don’t know any eight year old boys who would have noticed the toilet paper outside the room, nor had the heart to do that in the middle of the night with no glasses on.
I think we learn important things from kids just as much as they learn from us.