They use up an entire bottle of shower gel at once.<\/p>\n
They smear toothpaste all over the sink.<\/p>\n
They spray your favorite perfume onto a doll\u2019s hair.<\/p>\n
They spill doll eyes on a new carpet that Aunt (heaven forbid) gifted.<\/p>\n
They smear a piece of meat on a clean carpet.<\/p>\n
They pour cocoa on freshly washed floors.<\/p>\n
They don\u2019t listen when told to tidy up their rooms.<\/p>\n
They run barefoot on cold floors.<\/p>\n
They protest against certain kinds of soup.<\/p>\n
They break shoes.<\/p>\n
They tear jackets.<\/p>\n
They refuse to go to sleep at night.<\/p>\n
They \u201cdie\u201d because they can\u2019t get up in the morning.<\/p>\n
To the question \u201cAre you cold?\u201d they always have the same single answer.<\/p>\n
In the shower, they use five times more water than you.<\/p>\n
They scatter the contents of freshly sharpened pencils from a tightly clenched handful.<\/p>\n
They break your favorite mug.<\/p>\n
And then.<\/p>\n
Then, with a voice quieter than quiet, they squeak out: \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Faster than the word can leave my mouth, they press their small body close and squeeze a plump little hand over the \u201coops\u201d of regret.<\/p>\n
Lower than it seems possible to drop the nose, they bow their head and whisper:
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t mean to\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
They adjust the puppy eyes of the puddle just left on the floor and almost convincingly say:
\n\u201cThis time it really wasn\u2019t me,\u201d or \u201cI have no idea how that happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
They blow their already round eyes wide again in surprise:
\n\u201cAnd you think a damp wipe won\u2019t clean it? Won\u2019t glue everything together?\u201d<\/p>\n
They fail often. And we, Moms.
\nAs best we can, we fight the \u201ceveryday mishaps.\u201d<\/p>\n
We clean, glue, sweep, refill shower gel more often than needed, collect accidental crumbs, save for new perfume, patch holes that God knows where they came from.<\/p>\n
Because we are simply hypnotized by words almost as quiet as those said after an \u201coops\u201d moment:
\n\u201cMom, if you lie down next to me and scratch my back\u2014I\u2019ll fall asleep faster than you can imagine.\u201d<\/p>\n
—–\u2661——<\/p>\n
And I won\u2019t come to your bed many times anymore. For no reason.<\/p>\n
Kiss the little masters of mishaps sweetly,
\nV.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17540","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17540","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17540"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}