priceless moment

I woke up this morning to Sawyer yelling, "Mom, come look, I cleaned the house!"
It had been a long Hallows Eve — lots of candy, little food of any substance — and Sawyer had awoken in the middle of the night, puking and shaking. I gave him a slice of warm bread and a couple sips of milk. "Mommy, you are making me feel so much better," he said. We went back to sleep in my bed. Arden climbed in at some point early. And, the next thing I know Sawyer's downstairs yelling that he cleaned the house. I have no idea how long he'd been awake. I came downstairs and the house was spotless. Everything — every last shoe, every last toy — was off the floor or neatly lined up along the wall. (I won't even get into what it means about a mother's cleaning abilities when her 4-year-old is overwhelmed by the impulsion to straighten the house.) He'd even unloaded the clean laundry basket I'd folded the night before and separated them into his pile and Arden's pile on the couch (maybe not so helpful but super cute). I was pretty stunned and my reaction at the time may have been a bit underwhelming, so a little while later I found him upstairs getting dressed. I got down next to him and said, "Sawyer, you did such a wonderful job cleaning downstairs. I'm really proud of you." He sort of gasped and put his hand on his chest and said, "Mommy, that makes my heart feel warm."

Not a typical morning with my son. Maybe it had something to do with puking up the Halloween candy.