Is this just how motherhood is? Unexpected and bewildering 100% of the time?
Tonight was going along normally. After the "after dinner play" that our children performed, I took B down to have her bath. My husband parked himself in front of the TV reading his email and watching the Redskins get their skins handed to them, while our older kids played up on the third floor.
I heard a cell phone go off.
H answered it, and suddenly he's in the bathroom handing me the phone, "It's Mr. Ocean".
"Mr. Ocean is calling for me?" OK, sure, so I take the phone and tentatively answer, wondering why my neighbor and very good friend Ocean is having her H call me, instead of just calling herself....
He got off to a rough start, "Um... I don't... We don't blame... It's not anyones..." big breath, "So we're at the Hospital with Offspring #1, and we think he has a concussion, and we don't know... well, he said he asked G to wrestle him to the ground so we hoped that you might have seen something... did... you? see? if his head hit anything?"
GASP~ "I did see XYZ happen, this is exactly what I saw, I didn't see his head hit or even suspect that it could be a concussion worthy event."
And we worked through the details, I gave the run down, I hung up, talked to G, called Mr. Ocean back and gave him everything I had learned, Ocean gets on the phone and assures me that they're not mad at me or G or blaming anyone, that these things happen. So I told them to let me know if there is anything I could do and hung up.
How do you punish your kid for giving their best neighbor friend a concussion, when the kid asked your kid to wrestle him to the ground? And when your kid is sobbing that he broke his friend's head? I didn't. I probably am doing it all wrong, but I told him that it seemed he'd punished himself enough already... and that he would never wrestle a friend again, would he?
"NO"... or at least that's the gist of what I got through the hiccups and tears.
But what I am wondering is this... is this parenthood? Is this what went on between mothers when we all got sent to our rooms even though it was our brother who was in trouble, and our friends were forced to wait in the car even though it was their brother in trouble? The why behind the late afternoon phone calls that were exchanged like guilt pies with buttery crusts and sweet warm centers? Is this what I have to look forward to for the next 13... 15... 20 years?