Story❤️

Thank you all for the love on the last story. Today, I want to share something that hits closer to home. It’s funny, it’s messy, but it’s also a little too real. Let’s talk about family.

P.S sorry for long post🫠

The Dishwasher Debate

There was this family—let’s call them the Johnsons. And like every family, they had a warzone: the kitchen.

One night, after dinner, the mom asked her teenage son, Jake, to load the dishwasher. Easy enough, right? But when Mom came back to check, she saw the plates stacked sideways, the forks thrown in like confetti, and—wait for it—the cutting board balanced on top of everything like a roof.

“Jake!” she yelled. “Is this a dishwasher or modern art?!”

Jake rolled his eyes. “Mom, who cares? The machine washes it. Chill out.”

What followed was the classic family showdown: Mom lecturing about respect and effort, Jake defending his “creative loading technique,” and Dad pretending not to exist in the corner.

But here’s the thing: Later that night, after everyone had calmed down, Jake overheard his mom talking to Dad. “I feel like I’m always yelling. I don’t want them to remember me like that.”

And that hit Jake. Hard.

Because, yeah, Mom could be intense. But she was also the one who always remembered his favorite snacks, stayed up late helping him with his homework, and somehow knew when he needed a hug, even if he’d never admit it.

And Mom? She had her own realization. Jake wasn’t loading the dishwasher wrong just to annoy her. He was figuring things out—just like she was still figuring out this whole “parenting” thing.

The next day, when Jake loaded the dishwasher again, Mom just smiled. And when he came back later and saw her rearranging the plates, Jake smirked and said, “I’m guessing modern art isn’t machine washable?”

They both laughed.

The Lesson❤️

Family is messy. We yell, we misunderstand, we blame. But at the end of the day, no one really knows what they’re doing—not kids, not parents, not siblings. We’re all just trying our best.

So maybe, the next time someone annoys you (or, let’s be honest, you annoy them), take a breath and remember: This is their first time living life, too. Cut them some slack. And maybe, just maybe, let them load the dishwasher their way.

Because one day, you’ll miss the mess.🥹