My Most Honest Moment

I did an icebreaker for a meeting I ran last week and asked people, "Pick one to answer. 'What was your most honest moment?' or 'Which person, living or dead, would you like to have lunch with?"

I answered the lunch question and it was easy -- having lunch with my Sean. However, I realize now that it was the answer for both.

Yesterday, Sean was sick with diarrhea and diaper rash to the point that he only slept 2-3 hours Sunday night. No appetite all morning and crying and whining all the time -- it was miserable ("Da-dee, noooo! Da-dee, noooooo!") He finally wanted to eat around 2pm and I made him some chicken noodle soup in the kitchen. I could tell hunger finally gotten a hold of him when he looked up at me and the crying got worse, and worse, and worse.

So I just dropped right to the ground on the kitchen floor. Sat cross-legged, and Sean sat right down, mouth open for his first bite of soup.

I then hear this sound ... and a warmth on my leg ... "Yup, he crapped on me."

He kept eating for another 15 minutes, and I kept feeding him.

This was my most honest moment in life -- sitting on the kitchen floor, Sean on my lap, crap on my leg, chicken noodle soup in hand.

It was a different version of honesty than the return-a-wallet-with-all-the-cash-in-it honesty. It was a moment where all the craziness of my life and the past few months, is snapped into razor sharp focus with a very honest, humble moment that entailed lunch -- with my son.