Some want to have a nice dinner for their birthday; some want to go shopping, and this boy wanted to go swimming in a pool.
Swimming pools and India don’t really belong together. But for little boy’s birthday wish, mothers have to make possible everything, even in India.
Of course, our little green paradise with our small hut didn’t help in this situation. As we hadn’t been in the middle of nowhere in India, a few hotels with pool standard were around.
And so, we sneaked in a well-known hotel where we had celebrated New Year’s two years before. We pretended being residents, and swoops… we jumped into the pool.
It was hard to get little boy out of the water. He’s a fish and uses to play for hours being a real fish.
The offer of having some sweets with his older brother in his favorite restaurant took his pool session to an end. Thank Goddess Sweets!
Little boy is a very sweet mother to his baby cat. But like mothers do, he’s often complaining that his Loulou is doing nasty things like jumping on the table or licking plates in the kitchen with unhealthy things for a little cat.
More and more, little boy is getting tired as well of being disturbed in his sleep at night by his little baby. The other day, he was even crying because he didn’t want to share his bed with it any more. “I need a good rest tonight”, he told me. And he asked me to take care of it that night.
Little boy was also very worried when Loulou played with a wasp and was probably stung by it. “It’s always licking with its tongue and it seems having tears in its eyes”, he reported me.
Together with his big brother, he gave it SOS pills – some homeopathic pills I used to give him when he was small child. And little boy was very proud: “Loulou swallowed one pill, I am sure.”
Taking care of his baby cat keeps little boy busier than he imagined before.
As I knew it will be hard to get back to mother’s rules.
The two boys are back from their vacation with their father and back from playing games and watching films, and it’s been a hard week.
And still, it is. After spending a Saturday with big boy while little boy is with his father I’m giving up – at eight o’clock in the evening.
Big boy wasn’t able to do something creative during the day. His drawing is still waiting to be finished. There are two eyes on the paper. That’s all.
He was restless, and I wasn’t capable to catch him with interesting ideas.
Okay, we went shopping and got a pump for our garden, and there is now the element water running as Feng Shui tells to do in order to calm down.
No chance, I wasn’t very successful with my big boy.
He’s now watching the film “Penguins in Madagascar” while I’m writing this.
I admit: Educating kids isn’t a picnic.
5.12 p.m. after school
Big boy: “Why are you so late from school?”
Little boy: “Am I late?”
Big boy: “It’s 10 past 5 and your school finished at 4.20.”
Little boy: “No, it was 4.30.”
Big boy: “No. It’s always 4.20.”
Little boy: “Okay… I had to walk back to get my bike.”
Big boy: “But to walk back takes me five minutes.”
Little boy: “But I didn’t walk fast.”
Big boy: “You played games on the phone with your friend.”
Little boy: “No…”
Big boy: “Come on. Or you’ve played foot with your other friend.”
Little boy: “No… I was alone walking back.”
Big boy: “I don’t believe you.”
Little boy: “Leave me now…”
Big boy: “So, tell me what you’ve been doing.”
Little boy: “I told you.”
Big boy: “You don’t need 50 minutes…”
Little boy: “Hmmm…”
Big boy: “I’m sure you played games…”
Mom: “Stop…! Please!”
It is our new baby: three months old, silky coat and not shy at all. Loulou tells our two other cats who is the boss in this house. Hissing und growling like a big old cat, this tiny thing already knows how to make upset the others.
The cat is the late birthday present for nine-year-old Little Boy, and he is the new mother of this creature. He takes his role very seriously. I found him yesterday sitting in his room with his cat, reading with his softest voice little stories to his four-legged friend and looking at me proudly like a mother with her baby.
This morning, Little Boy first complained when I woke him up with his cat. “Loulou crawled under my duvet tonight and bit me in my big toe”, he told me and asked, “do you know how much painful this was?” I understood very well. Although, he had been warned of these kinds of coincidences by the former cat mother.
But Little Boys’ dedication to Loulou is still unbroken. He didn’t have time to do his homework after school because it wanted to play with him and he found it an excellent idea.
Well, we’ll be talking soon to the cat in order to get some free minutes for homework.
My boys are teaching me – among a lot of things – one important thing: being open.
Being open for new experiences, new people, new places, new tastes, new colors, new feelings.
For example, I’ve never dreamt of going fishing, cleaning fishes and cooking them. And when you open our fridge right now, you find living mealworms. Thanks, Big Boy.
Or I didn’t have any experience in my childhood with playing with legos. But it feels satisfying lying on the floor of the living-room and putting together a VW bus of at least 10’000 pieces.
Or I wasn’t the typical game player when I was younger. But now I’m spending hours by playing Uno or Rummikub with Little Boy.
Being open isn’t an easy thing to do. But it gives me much more in return. And there will be more experiences in the future I’ve never dreamt of. I’m sure and open.
5.45 p.m. in a restaurant in Venice with their father
Big boy: “Hi mom, how are you?”
Me: “Fine. Thanks. How about you?”
Big boy: “Fine. Mom, can you give me the permission for some apps. I want to play some games on my iPod?”
Me: “Hmmm… you want to play…”
Big boy: “You know: I need to download these games.”
Me: “Hmmm… where are you at the moment?”
Big boy: “In a restaurant. Do you give me the permission?”
Me: “Hmmm… How is the hotel in Venice?”
Big boy: “It’s okay. Mom, will you do it now?”
Big boy: “If you do it now, I’ll call you again tonight.”
Me: “Hmmm… Can I talk to your brother?”
Big boy: “Okay…”
Little boy: “Hi mom. How are you?”
Me: “Fine and you?”
Little boy: “Okay. Mom, you have to give the permission to B.”
Me: “Hmmm… and if I don’t want?”
Little boy: “I pass you again B.”
Big boy: “Yes or no?”
Big boy: “You are so mean, mom! I’ll hang up…”
P.S. Thanks to the father for the picture.
My two boys are now on a cruise with their father. And I talked to Big Boy on the phone.
First thing he told me: “We don’t have Wi-Fi on board. It would cost 18 Euros half an hour. Do you understand, mom? Only for half an hour.”
Fortunately, they won’t stay all eight days on the ship. For example, there was a day trip to a Greek Island where they found a free Wi-Fi in a restaurant.
Second thing he told me: “There are so many people, mom. We try to find a quiet place from time to time.”
For sure, about 2500 passengers on this swimming hotel aren’t a small amount of people. I agree.
Third thing my twelve-year-old told me: “There is a game room on the ship. This is cool because you can play games for free.”
I am glad that I don’t have to discuss with my boys about the daily gaming time for the moment being, but certainly more intensively at their return. A withdrawal is always a hard thing to do.
And the good thing: They’ll be surely appreciating coming back to sweet, quiet home.
P.S. Thanks to the father for the picture.
8.35 p.m. during summer vacation
Little boy: “If I have to watch your film, I want to play with your legos.”
Big boy: “I don’t want to watch again your ‘Baymax’.”
Little boy: “But I don’t want to watch ‘Wasabi’.”
Big boy: “Why don’t you want to watch it?”
Little boy: “I prefer ‘Baymax’.”
Big boy: “So, I won’t let you play with my legos.”
Little boy: “But you told me this morning…”
Big boy: “I changed my mind.”
Little boy: “You’re so mean.”
Big boy: “Well, let’s watch my film and you’ll get my legos.”
Little boy: “I don’t’ like this film.”
Big boy: “I don’t like yours…”
Little boy: “Okay…”
Big boy: “Do you want to watch now?”
Little boy: “But will you give me your legos?”
Big boy: “We’ll see…”
Little boy: “You’re never keeping your word… ”
Big boy: “What are you blabbering?”
Little boy: “Okay… I don’t want to watch your film.”
Big boy: “You’re again ruining the good mood…!”
12.45 a.m. first day of summer vacation
Little boy: “Where is my coffee?”
Big boy: “What…?”
Little boy: “You promised me a cold coffee.”
Big boy: “I beg you pardon.”
Little boy: “Don’t you remember?”
Big boy: “What…?”
Little boy: “For sure. We made a bet and I was right.”
Big boy: “What? A bet?”
Little boy: “We were looking for the right name of a film.”
Big boy: “Okay. Right! I owe you a cold coffee.”
Little boy: “I want it now…!”
Big boy: “I can make you one now.”
Little boy: “But, I want a cold one from the shop.”
Big boy: “I don’t want to spend money.”
Little boy: “But you promised me.”
Big boy: “I’m always short of money…!”
Little boy: “But, you lost our bet.”
Big boy: “Hey… you cannot ask me when I’ve so little money…”
Little boy: “This isn’t my problem…”
Big boy: “Come on. Don’t be so mean.”
Little boy: “So… when do I get my coffee…?”