“Do not make a move,” I think to myself. If they hear any slight movement, they will know that I am on to them. Don’t even breathe.
I move gracefully like a gazelle trying not to be heard-one wrong move and my cover will be blown. The utterances are too quiet; they are strategically plotting and planning their next move, but what could it be?
I leap into the bedroom and pretend to be busy. Close, too close.
The whispers continue and they are on the go.
I have two options: I save the day and prevent possible chaos and mischief or I let them be and wait for their return.
Curiosity gets the best of me…I let them continue. I peak in every now and then and decide to continue with things that are more productive. “Let them play, let them be boys.”
Wrong move mom, wrong move…a few minutes later.
The boys are completely quiet. The deed has been done and I am too late.
I walk into my son’s room (the background music from the movie Jaws makes a guest appearance).
They have managed to take a tub of moisturizer and my body lotion and have smeared it over most of the sliding door. Pictures or what one would call cave-dweller drawings have been finger-painted on their new canvass. Additionally, there is now powder all over the floor.
My son and his cousin (same age) look at me with such pride.
“Look mommy, it’s snowing and it’s Christmas.”
The things kids do behind our backs-whether children are on their own, in pairs or in groups, at some point in time, it will happen.
Let’s name a few:
- Cutting their fringe into different shapes (I cut a triangle just before photo day).
- Using all your expensive makeup (a friend’s child, luckily not mine)
- Hiding or burying your wallet or your keys (and then forgetting where they put it).
- Eating most of the contents in their party packs before their birthday party (my brother), only for our sweet mother to find that there was almost nothing left.
- Using your shoes to practice throwing and some of them are stuck in the trees in the garden.
- Opening or trying to see what your wrapped Christmas or birthday presents are (oh please, we all did this).