I grew up in a home where nothing was an emergency unless it really was life or death. Sympathy was one thing that was rarely dished out. So, in learning through the days of motherhood, I’ve come to realise that I too, don’t see many things as an emergency, or dish out sympathy lightly.
My four year old on the other hand, thinks everything is an emergency. So when she screams it from the yard, everyone in the street is alerted to the ‘emergency’. The latest so called emergency was the fact my two year old spilt water over his bike. When Lalee screamed ‘emergency’ I went to her and asked what the emergency was. The response… “ Moe’s bike has water leaking (it was wet from the rain). I think we need to call the bike plumber”.
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