These are the things that run through my mind at 4 a.m.
When I became a mum in the mid-80’s, I was suddenly endowed with this amazing intuition, spider sense, third eye, whatever you want to call it. It was that little thing inside a mum that snaps your eyes wide open in the dead of night because you KNOW your 5-year-old son is standing there, glassy eyed, burning with fever and terrified by febrile hallucination. It is how you KNOW your 14-year-old daughter is a fetal curl in her bed at 2 a.m. needing a bucket, a hot water bottle, an hour long back rub and, when she can hold it down, a couple ibuprofen. A mum just KNOWS these things.
Or does she?
As the years have rolled by and my kids have long since flown the nest, I still have this gift, intensified now as I approach the mid-century mark. What I now realize is that God does not give you some kind of mummy spider sense when your kids are born. He does, however, gift a mother with SUPERHUMAN HEARING. Did I know my son was there, or did I hear him breathe? Did I know my daughter needed me, or did I hear a tear slide off her nose and strike the pillow?
So, armed with my bionic ears, I can hear a TV signal even when the set is muted. I can hear the fox score a pheasant down the garden in the wee hours of the morning, and from my bed I can hear, through 3 closed doors, a floor and 2-1/2 feet of solid ancient brick, my cell phone in the kitchen reminding me that it needs plugging in STAT.
Which is why, at 4 a.m., I thanked God that I am also gifted with a husband who does not snore. The Bionic Woman needs her sleep. Go ahead and jealous on me, ladies… I know he is that rarest creature of all.
Worth at least 6 million in my books, anyway.
Originally published on motherhendiaries 10 March 2014
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