August 29, 2014 by Katia
Yesterday I made my mom cry.
My little brother and I were in the bath and we were having so much fun, you know, splashing water and emptying water buckets on the floor. And then I thought of a really cool game, really, it was the COOLEST game. I found a ball and I was throwing it at the shampoo bottle on the counter behind my mom’s head and just like throwing it and throwing it and going “hiiii-ya!” and I think my mom said “stop, Ben!” but I was just dying to play that game!!! My baby brother, Daniel, liked it too. Every time I threw the ball, he would go *squeak* and clap. I didn’t think it would make my mommy cry, but then she took a towel and covered her face and I laughed because I thought she was being, you know, kind of crazy? Or just like wanting to play Peekaboo? But she was really crying. I know because I said: “Mom! What are you doing, mom? What are you doing?” and I saw that her shoulders were shaking like a volcano, I mean like an earthquake, and my brother was saying “ok, mama?” and she just like nodded but her shoulders were still moving. So I kind of thought that she was crying but her face was still covered and she couldn’t see me so I just kept, um, throwing the ball. Because it was so much fun. Mom always, I mean usually, she usually tells me to stop doing fun things, so I kept doing it because it was fun. And I wanted to do it. But I said “I know how you feel, mama. Really. You’re frus-tray-ted and you feel like I never listen to you, right mama? You can say that to me if you want to, mama.” And my baby brother kept asking “ok, mama?” – he always says “ok, mama?” when we throw stuff at her by accident — and she was nodding her head and saying “ok, Daniel” and he was still playing his game of splashing water from the bucket. Can I tell you something? One time she said “enough!” but I thought she was joking because her voice sounded SO funny, so I asked her if she’s trying to copy a dog! Then my mom emptied the tub and I was trying to score another round before she tells me to stop, even though I think she said “enough” again and she just like stood by the door to my baby brother’s room and tears were shooting out of her eyes and her face was super red. And then my dad came home and he made this face with his eyebrows like pointing down, and he talked in a serious voice like this “Ben! Look at that! You made mama cry! Mama is crying because of you! Stop what you’re doing!” and he wanted a conversation. And I felt very upset because I thought that my mom and dad will never let me do fun things again, like watch TV, because they think I’ll turn into a TV zombie, or eat too much chocolate because I love eating too much chocolate. I still like my mom but I think that sometimes she’s just impatient and doesn’t want me to have fun. And I told my dad that sometimes I feel like I’m being good and good all the time and it’s too much goodness and I just need to be a little bit naughty. So my dad said “tell mama” and she said “ok, Ben, I understand, but I’m responsible for your safety. So if, you know, you want to be naughty you have to let me know before you start, so I can tell you if it’s okay”. Yesterday after my dad said that, guess what, I was really good and I brought my brother’s milk to him when she was putting him to sleep, and when my mom and I played chess I argued with her a little bit about my soldiers, but then I renembered and I said “maybe you should decide, mom”.
Today I almost forgot again.
Yesterday was a really long time ago.