Blood, sweat and tears, part III: blood
When Jessica was feeling her worst a few weeks ago, she would quite often look at Hannes and think that she didn't love him enough. That's what she told me. She would be weeping, and saying, "I just don't care enough about him, every other Mom loves her baby more than I do." And I would almost always reply the same way: "I am sure that if Hannes were to cut himself and bleed, you would probably give anything to make the bleeding stop, right?"
And she would nod.
"That's what I call love," I would say.
We had this conversation a couple of times, and each time we just concluded how lucky we were for not having seen Hannes's blood anywhere yet. Blood seems always so serious. And the funny thing is, we know that he will hurt himself sooner or later, and that he will bleed.
That's why we have the Mickey Mouse bandaid. Except that they're mine.
