A doctor had an epiphany when he saw the garbage guy, after her three kids were left alone while she was brought to the hospital for an emergency. Upon arriving home, she was astounded by what she saw.
“Are you certain Dr. Morris isn’t free at this point?” I asked Nurse Carey over the phone, but I was thinking about it a lot already as I got dressed.
“No, Dr. Sanders. Dr. Morris is currently trying to drive across state borders to get here. Knowing you well, I figured I would give you a call. The interns have no idea what their responsibilities are. I knew you had today off, but I was at a loss for what to do. Can you make it to the event?Nurse Carey went on, trying not to look worried, “I knew they needed me.”
I said, “I just need to find a babysitter,” hung up, and immediately contacted Vicky because she was the only one who could handle my three rambunctious kids. “I will arrive as soon as possible,” I continued.
Peter was my spouse before I became a surgeon, which is a long story. My rock of assistance. He became a stay-at-home father when the burden of raising three kids became too much for him. However, he had a heart attack and passed away unexpectedly while I was doing another treatment.
My entire home, wrongly believed to be mine. It isn’t achievable.
These days, I had to constantly find babysitters for the kids when unforeseen emergencies occurred. I could not control them. I was impatient, and it was ridiculous to think that any babysitter could deal with them. Two of my babysitters quit after just one day of work, and there were whispers that my three kids—Lucy, seven, and Johnny, nine—were hazardous.
They weren’t wrong, really. But they didn’t have to put me in this situation. Only Vicky has accepted as of yet. I used to pay the neighborhood creche through the ceiling when I had a normal work schedule, but today I was unable to get them in quickly. It was almost noon on a Friday, and I would be terrible to send them.
“I’m sorry, Opal. Today is not my babysitting day. Vicky said, “I’m sick and can hardly move,” when I called her.I hung up the phone and told her to head back to bed. I disliked the hospital creche personnel, and they hated me back. But I ran out of stuff to say. My kids and I would have to battle our way there.
But all of a sudden, I could hear a child yelling, “Uncle Bob! Uncle Bob!”
I let out a breath. For them, there was no uncle. Since the local garbageman was so friendly and caring, kids started calling him uncle as soon as they could speak. I had known him for over ten years, and my kids adored him.
As soon as Johnny unlocked the front door, all of my babies ran outside to say hello. I thought maybe I should call the hospital. I could never get those kids back inside the house in time for them to change into their clothes.
Still, I smiled when I observed them enjoying themselves with Bob. My children had turned into devils when their father passed away. The therapist reassured me that it is normal and will pass, even though I wasn’t convinced. I felt unworthy. As though my maternal instincts were somehow defective. I didn’t know what to do.
But as I watched the kids hug each other and ask Uncle Bob to play, I got an idea. That’s it, I told myself, and I rushed to meet Bob.
“Bob, I have a crazy request. I am aware of your busy schedule.But I was wondering if you could watch my children for a quarter of an hour. “I have no one else to check something urgent at the hospital,” I pleaded.My kids smiled at me, beaming broadly.
Indeed, Dr. Sanders. I can watch them for a short while,” he said with a smile and a nod. My children jumped and cheered.
They are not, however, a small group. I’m warning you,” I stumbled out.
“Never be afraid. You can now go forward.”Your job is important,” he said, and I left, hoping that when I returned, my house would still be standing.
Traffic caused Dr. Morris to be late for over 25 minutes, which made the patient’s situation even worse. I was ushered into a surgical room and left to wait for three hours. I was very sorry for Bob; he had his own tasks to do.
I drove faster to get home.”Hi Bob! Bob! I’m sorry.I opened my door and yelled, gasping for air, then froze.
My entire home, mistakenly thought to be mine. It isn’t achievable. Toys, crayons, paper, and sometimes peanut butter smears were all always present in my home. Yes, I am conscious of it. Absurd. Don’t condemn me, please.
“Dr. Sanders, how was your procedure? Is everything in order?Bob came out of the hallway and asked.
What happened in this particular case? My house has become unrecognizable. Furthermore, why do the kids not shout and run around?Perplexed and shocked, I enquired.
When he said, “Lucy is napping, and Christie and Johnny are in their rooms, reading,” I swear my mouth dropped.
How come? Do you have a joke for me?
“No, let’s see.”
Not even my eyes could believe it, yet I had to go. But Bob had told me the truth.”What was your method?”
Yes, Dr. Sanders. In the past, I was a single father raising my children. Bob laughed, “These three angels were not nearly as good as mine.””I taught them self-cleaning techniques and told them tales about fairies.” Your children ate that whole. Maybe you ought to get them some more books.
With awe, I nodded. My kids had never expressed any interest in the few books I had been given, and I had never heard anyone call my kids “angels.” I said, “It’s unbelievable.”
It was easy. But I have to go now, Bob said, pulling his work jacket out from under a chair.
Yes, in fact. I sincerely apologize for being late.”I’m so embarrassed,” I mumbled, touching my forehead. “I will triple your payment for that.”
“No, no, no.”With uplifted palms, Bob shook his head and declared, “I don’t need money.”
Please. For your time,” I pointed out, glaring at you. Since everyone in the hospital was afraid of Bob’s face, I knew he couldn’t refuse the money.
“All right, I’ll treat the kids to something nice,” he added, laughing.You will be missed, Dr. Sanders. Have fun with your day!
“Many thanks!”I yelled out of exhaustion.
My kids behaved well the remainder of the day, but I was on the point of tears. It was the most ideal day ever.
I called Bob and offered him a full-time nanny employment, tripling his current wage and offering additional health benefits, using my connections at the hospital. Ultimately, he said yes, and I was so grateful that I offered him airline tickets and a Christmas bonus so his family could visit Disneyland in California the next year.
With Bob’s help, I soon realized that my kids needed a caregiver who would treat them like family because their father did. They hated daycare centers and being around strangers. I couldn’t hold it against them; they did it. But I was ecstatic to have finally found a solution to our problem!
Bob treated my kids like equals and spoke to them with kindness and patience. I tried my hardest, but that was not who I was. I could be much kinder to them because they stopped constantly destroying the house and yelling. I got to spend more time with them, and we became closer every day.
Bob was my hero. As time went on, I became even more certain that Bob came into my life because the universe had predicted my children would need him.
What can we infer from this story?
Even the noisiest and most energetic kids can be trained to behave differently if they receive the proper guidance and support. Unlike Opal, Bob was able to teach the children how to talk to them and how to behave.
Some folks are like angels from above that appear out of nowhere. Bob was a blessing for Opal’s family after her husband passed away.
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