In my daughter’s eyes, I am the All Knowing Mum.
Whenever she needs to know something, she would consult her walking encyclopedia, human dictionary and her source of all information – her mother.
The questions range from…
1. Where did you get these pens?
2. What times does the post office open?
3. If I get buried up to my head in wet concrete, would I survive if it hardened?
4. How are rocks made?
5. What’s that song that dad likes?
The last one in that list was what I got tonight.
She even sang/ mumbled a part of it, expecting me to know.
Whenever I tell her that I don’t know the answer to some of her questions, she would say “But you’re my mum!”
In her view, mums know EVERYTHING.
Well, HER mum does. Or is supposed to.
That’s what parents do.
They would do everything in their ability for their children.