“Would you like the dessert menu?” our eight-year-old server asked. “Mmmm, yes please.”
It was our fifteenth anniversary, and the kids put together a dinner date on the porch for us, complete with candle, fancy dishes, and yes, a dessert menu. My husband and I thoroughly enjoyed the quiet (five kids over here!) and chance to just talk about things we were learning and doing.
During a lull in the conversation, my stream of thought wandered to our new table sitting in our kitchen, and a quote came to mind that I had read at some point in life: “If you want something to last forever, you treat it differently.”
The solid, dark wood table was a recent purchase and one of the few pieces of nice furniture we had bought during our married life. Protecting the table from heat, banging doors, and sharp pencils, I had treated it differently from the card tables and hand-me-downs we had used in the past. I’m hoping this one lasts.
Being a writer, I filed the random thought away for later, not sure what the rest of the lesson was. Then my mind was back to dessert and our conversation.
After licking our bowls clean of vanilla ice cream with caramel topping and Sour Patch Kids (did I mention our kids are awesome?!) and a dance on the deck, my husband and I headed back in the house.
Two steps inside the door we saw the marks: scores of tiny dents in our brand new dining table. My jaw literally dropped as my mind went back to the thought I had just had about this very table. It didn’t take long to figure out that the baby’s high chair had been pushed up to the tableside, despite our repeated instructions not to do so. The end of a metal spoon banging into the wood had left its permanent mark.
Our oldest recognized the mistake at the same time we did.
I looked in her eyes, full of regret, and in that moment it hit me. There was the rest of the lesson.
“If you want something to last forever, you treat it differently.”
It wasn’t ever about the table. My daughter, our relationship, that’s something I really want to last forever, much more than the finish or form of a brand new piece of furniture. And that thought squelched any other reaction but love.
