Dishes, a neccesary evil in cooking

About a half an hour ago I stood in my kitchen totally bewildered at the amount of dishes in my sink. Didn't I just do them? Do the multiply in there?  I had just cleaned out the fridge which of corse added quite a few miscellaneous pots and dishes. Anyway I grabbed my dish washing gloves and got started. Now you have to know that I am not quirky about a lot of things but I am about touching wet food; I hate it. And I hate the way my hands smell after using those yellow dish gloves. So I have disposable ones. I know. Not very eco friendly. But I will plant some extra trees this spring to offset the plastic. Ok I know I'm reaching on that one... so in walks my sweet faced 9 year old. "Can I help you mom?" the mere suggestion of it nearly knocks me out of my pink slippers. Im standing with my hands in scalding hot water. Not much to do I tell him, but i find a few little things to help me with. Soon he grabs a notebook and asks if he can sit and draw with me. In no time he has a whole page of little stick figures in battle. I suggested adding a bow and arrow. The look he gave me was priceless.I felt like super-mom. Needless to say I washed the sink for a few extra minutes. Made sure that the stove was sparkling clean. If standing there meant a few more precious moments with my ever growing son I was willing to scrub every corner of that kitchen. Moments that are becoming fewer and farther in between. Between play dates HOMEWORK (ugh) and sports I find time alone with him far to infrequent. My heart was warm with love and affection as he sat in that chair; he didnt go in to watch tv. Or downstairs to play wii. He came to draw with his mother.  So I guess from now on maybe I wont think of the dishes as some dreaded chore but rather a golden opportunity to  be with him alone and to freeze that memory of  my sweet son whom  I adore and is growing more quickly than I had ever imagined possible. Me with my dish gloves and him with his stick figures carrying bow and arrows. I love you babyjack.