A Change of Heart

Every once in awhile

A rare, beautiful and unexpected thing happens.

“I’ll unload the dishwasher, Mom,

even if it’s Sunday.

Don’t you do it. I’ll do it.”

WHAT?

We have begged, pleaded, coaxed

him for years to unload the dishwasher on Sunday.

Somebody has to do it.

Do you want to be alone in Heaven

while I’m in hell for working on Sunday?

  It’s getting the ox out of the mire.

We eat on Sundays.

It’s the least you can do.
If everyone does a little,
no one has to do too much.

No amount of reasoning, threatening or humor changed his mind.

“I don’t work on Sundays.”

“We keep the Sabbath day holy.”

And then out of the blue

yesterday as he climbed the stairs after church,

he announced:

“I’ll unload the dishwasher,

even if it’s Sunday.”

And he did.