Definitely I thought my mum was a superhero. My mum knew it all. Where my favourite toy was hidden and where I put my coloring books, my mum found it all. Surprisingly it all appeared when I was good and did what was asked to do. Wow, magic! How did she do it? 🤔 I would break my toy and my mum magically fixed it. I would fall off a bike while dropping my knees down as I believed I’m a MotoGP racer Max Biaggi, but my mum washed my super-racing knees and sprayed it with something that made my knees white. Wow, my mum fixed me! Of course I was told off but in the same sentence I would hear “Where’s my daughter gone, it’s like I’m having a son..”. Yap, we can hear that mumble. But that’s the thing, my mum was a nurse, full time story teller, full time chef, a host for all my birthday parties, an athlete, full time toy finder, full time inspector, full time teacher, full time therapist, part time screamer and part time solder. If that isn’t a superhero, I don’t know what it is.
She had a superpower of knowing when I was up to something. I would hear the roar from another side of the flat “Mia, I know what you’re doing”. I still remember hpw I dropped everything and looked around, I could swear she’s a spy. That was way before the cameras and mobile phones. It’s not hard to control your kids nowadays, but back in the day.. My goodness, I was shi*tting my tiny pants.
When I was 5 I got my first hamster, that was probably a distraction from my rottweiler passing away, and boy I loved that hamster. One day, I decided he needs a bath. 5 year old + hamster + bath in a tiny bucket = disaster. Wrong! My mum sneaked up from behind, stood right behind me and said “what are you doing Mia?”. I was just about to wrap my hamster with cotton to dry him off. And said proudly “I gave Piki a bath” and stretched my arms up towards her. She had no idea what to do, she wanted to tell me off but Piki was alive and looked fine. She wasn’t sure whether to tell me off or praise the fact I did not murder the poor little thing.
When I got older, I was grounded every now and then. Well, maybe a bit more often than that. So my first punishment was no TV. Doesn’t seem like much of a punishment today but 20 years ago, that was your life. We didn’t know Internet or smartphones, PlayStation was a playing area where you played with your 100 marbles and driving a toy car while making tractor noises. So she would hid a remote but forgot that old-school button for on and off on TV, along with plus and minus buttons for changing channels. “Ha! I win, I win!” I was cheering while skipping programmes. But mum supermum came home, put her hand on the back of the TV and said “why is it warm?”. Oh damn it… So I was grounded for a additional week.
If your mum is a supermum with superpowers, give her a high five! Especially old-school mum, you rock!
Don’t worry, the secrets have been revealed but are safe with me 😉😎