Boris was only seven weeks old when he was admitted to hospital. He had a temperature, was sleeping constantly and it was hard to wake him up. It turned out to be a bladder infection, nothing serious, but he had to stay for a week. I remember my mom visiting us. We were standing next to Boris’ bed when the doctor walked in to update us. He asked something like: ‘And who is the mother of this little boy?’ I immediately looked at my mom. We all laughed. I wasn’t used to the title mother, let alone being one. There was still time though and one day, I would be a pro!
Here we are, nine years and two girls later and I often have no clue at all. I sometimes see parents dealing with their children like born naturals. I just do whatever feels right and sometimes do not even manage to do that. I can’t always control my own emotions, I sometimes hide in my room to have a break, cry in front of them and I sometimes shout too. Apart from being a mom, I’m also a human being. It’s learning on the job and it’s an ongoing journey. Let’s – for example – talk about vomit.
Boris had vacation last week and we were in a rush to pick up the girls who attend another school. Boris opened the door to the garage, suddenly stopped and said: ‘Uhm, mom, I’m not feeling too well.’
Me: ‘Do you have to throw up?’
Boris: ‘Neh, I’m fine.’
Upon which statement he puked literally everywhere; on the floor, in the boots of the girls, on his shoes. Everywhere.
I stared and my brain stopped functioning. I froze instead of hugging Boris. I did nothing while I should have comforted him. The only thing I could think of was: ‘Oh no, I am the only adult here and I have to clean this!’ I closed my eyes, opened them and the scenery was still the same. I phoned Joost, who said: ‘Can’t you leave it and pick up the girls first?’ I will not repeat what I said to him while the smell of fresh vomit surrounded me.
Of course I got over myself and cleaned it – no clue btw, tips and tricks welcome (paper towels, plastic bags?) I fetched the girls while Boris took a shower and went to bed. I apologized when he woke up and explained that I just didn’t know what to do. That I kind of freaked out. Boris said: ‘It’s okay mom.’ That was nice & polite but it also made HIM the grown-up of the day.
Being a parent; hopefully one day, I will be a pro…