you Know that? You only want the Best for the young, but Stupid comes out of something real? Juno Vai ashamed today for your personal Python fiasco.
children are sometimes very sweet and sometimes they make us crazy. For SPIEGEL ONLINE, a mother and two fathers lay regularly on the parents couch .
Juno Vai writes on the parents couch in the exchange with the Theodor Ziemßen and Jonas Ratz .
My daughter is now at an age where I’m ashamed of myself periodically for you. Like the other day, as we brought you all the way to Munich, because your favorite boy band appeared there. I begged for mercy: Pimply boys, the Pop platitudes, while all around collapse hysterical Fans, make me nervous. So my husband and was accompanied by Vic, and their twelve-year-old brother sacrificed himself to the Event. I hid in a Café.
When I came to pick the family later, was screaming my daughter was hoarse from “I love you, Zac, Jack, Dan” -. Triumphantly, she held up a pink Barbie tiara in the air, she had managed to get the jump out of the hands of your idol, and apparently, the hair gel of Zac, Jack or Dan stuck.
I was happy for you that it went so well. To be honest now. Finally, all was wonderfully normal and you still have not had to drink alcohol to get in this mood (as we would with 15 made). But then suddenly turned the Tour Bus around the corner and she ran over to her to actually like pierced. My son, also, however, more out of Reflex, because he keeps in case of emergency, always to his sister.
There’s been moments where I’ve been ashamed of me as a mother
The two disappeared in a throng around the corner and I had time to think about it, which is what Vic is probably because of me is ashamed of it, in the not-too-distant future. Maybe I’ll start to complain about their custom Neo-Philistine-Generation or veterans-stories from my Punk-tell period. Absolutely despicable. I’m also determined to fads, will motzig and with a 150% probability that the age stubborn.
In truth, there were moments in which I have for myself as a mother ashamed of it. One of them is permanently documented: in the staircase, a photo of Vic, where you are is about six. She sits on a chest, her blonde hair stick to sweaty on the head and shows an adorable tooth gap Smile. The Neyine cheeks are unnaturally red, almost as if she had violent fever.
This is with great probability to the about two-Meter-long Albino Python, the winds around her neck. A heavy, extremely muscular specimen, in which mopsiger mid-to recognize, with a little imagination even the contours of a for Breakfast, ate a rodent.
In a Baltic sea-a visit, we had visited with friends there, visiting the Mini-circus, in order to keep the children happy. As a Dompteurin after the presentation opened the box and the mighty reptile pulled out, there was for Vic.
Forth with the snake, zack, get on your child!
Now it is: I find Circuses in principle, depressing, and snakes from me regardless of shape and color almost always panic – no matter whether in the jungle or in a circus, not a chest, where they belong, by nature, eh.
In Costa Rica, I have been late in the evening, almost on a coral snake. I was in the fifth month of pregnancy and it is probably due to the Excess of hormones that I reacted to my circumstances sensational scores: I made two lunges to the left and let the animal go first. An exception, because in General I’m afraid still in the Zoo, the blade dissolves between me and the snake like Harry Potter suddenly, and I am delivered.
The idea of seeing a Python on the delicate shoulders of my daughter, didn’t appeal to me at all. But instead of “Oh, we can say,” the hint of a I projection: I could/was allowed to/not supposed to transfer my own Fears on the child, Jesus, as unreflective!
So with the snake, zack, up on the kid, hey, great, how, feels, or? Father and son applauded. Vic sat there a little sunken in, almost, she seemed to be under the weight of collapse. She smiled bravely. I watched nervously every movement of the Pythons, urged to haste, a photo was shot, the animal back in the box Packed. Quickly way.
home was hung the picture, stories were told, I had the feeling to have done everything right. Years later, I ran high with the Vic together, the stairs and our eyes fell on the Python photo. “Boh,” said my daughter. “It was pretty bad. The cattle was so hard, and I pulled the trigger fully to the neck. Real panic at the time.”
I swallowed. We had just hung a picture next to it. It is your mocking smile shows brother in a Park in Minsk. On his shoulders, a skinny, quite a lively Python bends. Presumably hungry – Breakfast rat no trace.
about The author Michael Meissner Juno Vai
mother of Vic (15), and Vito (12)
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