Being a parent means a lot of bodily fluids, repetition, sleeplessness and many moments of complete clarity, overwhelming love and serenity.
Ean had finished his breakfast with his mother when I sat down to eat mine. He was drinking his tea and decided to start moving the glass around and spilling it, knowing perfectly well that’s not okay. I told him no, and to stop it and moved the glass away from him to show him clearly that he should not do that. I gave it back to him a moment later and told him to be careful, he understands that much in any of the 4 languages we speak at home but decided to try my patience.
As soon as he got the glass back, he took the lid of the honey jar and started hovering it over the glass while looking at me and I told him no, don’t, nooo…. no! And with the most toddler-esque mischievous smile, dropped the lid right into the glass. I’m somewhat of a monster when I’m hungry, so I slammed my hand on the table, raised my voice really loud and shouted, NO!
He knows better than that and I think it’s Beleaf (in Fatherhood) who uses the expression “protect your life” with his kids, as if to say; you know what you did and if you like how things are, don’t mess it up by acting stupid.
Anyway, I moved the high chair away from the table and turned off his cartoons and just let him sit there while I finished my last pieces of pancake. Once I was done (I was still sleepy, food energy hadn’t kicked in yet and I looked generally miserable), he wanted me to take him down from the chair. I picked up his shoes from the floor to put them on before I let him out of his seated prison and as I bent down to put the first shoe on he reached out, grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me in with the tightest hug he has ever given me and kissed me on the forehead repeatedly.
The rest was a blur of hugs, kisses and tickles.…