Friday, 09 August 2013 12:42

The mom effect'

All is quiet in the house. Husband is downstairs with the kiddos and I'm upstairs enjoying a good morning. I decide to go downstairs to grab a cup of coffee.

I creep, avoiding the stair that squeaks, but it all goes to hell as I get to the gate at the foot of the stairs. It doesn't matter what room they're in, it doesn't matter if there's music playing or if they're enjoying breakfast. When that childproof gate opens, I hear, 'MAma!' followed by an avalanche of pitter-patters. I've been made.

I see my husband in the living room, feet up on the couch reading a book. (I've also caught him grading papers, reading magazines or otherwise being left to his own devices by the threesome.) While I'm soaking that in, I'm being surrounded and petted by sticky hands and charming little voices asking me to 'Bah-kah,' which is toddler-ese for 'Mother, please read to me the volume dedicated to various vehicles known as the Book Car (or car-book colloquially).'

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