A doctor was called to the hospital for an emergency and didn’t have anyone to leave her three children with, but she saw the garbageman and had an idea. When she returned home, she couldn’t believe her eyes. “Now? Are you certain Dr. Morris is unavailable?” I called Nurse Carey, despite the fact that I was already changing my clothes and thinking hard.
“Dr. Sanders, no. Dr. Morris is currently driving across state lines in an attempt to reach us.
I thought I’d call because you live nearby. The interns are completely clueless about what they are doing. I know it’s your day off, but I couldn’t think of anything else to do. Will you be able to make it?” Nurse Carey tried not to sound concerned, but she knew they needed her. “I’ll be there as soon as possible. All I need to do now is find a babysitter “I replied and hung up, immediately dialing Vicky, the only person who could handle my three rambunctious children.
I’ve been a surgeon for a long time, but I used to live with Peter, my husband. My pillar. When the realities of having three children became too much for him, he became a stay-at-home dad. But he died of a heart attack while I was in the middle of another surgery. My entire house… was this really my house? It couldn’t be true. When unexpected emergencies arose, I had to constantly find babysitters for the children. They were too much for me.
I had no patience, and it was ridiculous to think that any babysitter could handle them either. Two babysitters quit after only one day of work, and word spread that my children, Johnny, 9, Christie, 7, and Lucy, 3, were a threat. I mean, they weren’t entirely wrong. However, they did not have to put me in this situation. Only Vicky has ever said yes. When I was regularly scheduled at work, I used to pay through the nose for the local daycare center, but I couldn’t rush them in today.
It was already noon on a Friday, and I didn’t want to send them. “I apologize, Opal. I’m unable to babysit today. I’m sick and can’t move, “When I called, Vicky said. I told her she needed to rest and hung up the phone. I despised the hospital daycare staff, and they despised me in return. But I was at a loss for words. I’d have to wrangle my children and travel there.
But then I heard everyone yelling, “Uncle Bob! Uncle Bob!” I exhaled a sigh. They lacked an uncle. They started calling the local garbageman uncle as soon as they could speak because he was so friendly and sweet. I’d known him for over a decade, and my children adored him. When Johnny opened the front door, all of my babies ran out to greet him. I was thinking about calling the hospital. I was never going to get those kids back into the house in time to get dressed.
But I did smile when I saw them playing with Bob. When their father died, my children turned into devils. The therapist assured me that it was normal and would pass, but I was skeptical. I felt inadequate. As if my maternal instincts were flawed or something. I had no idea what to do. But as I stood there watching the kids hug and ask Uncle Bob to play, an idea struck me. “That’s it,” I told myself as I dashed over to Bob.
“Bob, I have an unusual request. I understand you’re pressed for time. But I was wondering if you would mind watching my children for 25 minutes. I need to check something urgent at the hospital, and I don’t have anyone else with me “I begged, and my children looked at me with wide eyes filled with joy. “Sure thing, Dr. Sanders. I can keep an eye on them for a while “He responded with a nod and a smile. My children cheered and jumped. “They are, however, more than a handful. I’m going to warn you, “I replied sheepishly.
The situation took more than 25 minutes because Dr. Morris was stuck in traffic, and the patient’s condition became even more critical. I was rushed into an operating room and couldn’t leave for three hours. I felt terrible for Bob, who obviously had his own work to complete. I drove as quickly as I could home. “Bob! Bob! I apologize!” I yelled, panting, as I opened my door, but I froze. My entire house… was this really my house? It couldn’t be true.
My house was always strewn with toys, crayons, paper, and peanut butter smears. I know. Gross. Don’t pass judgment on me. “How did your surgery go, Dr. Sanders? Is everything all right?” Bob inquired as he emerged from the corridor. “What exactly happened here? My house… is no longer recognizable. And why aren’t the kids running around screaming?” I was perplexed and shocked, so I inquired.
“Lucy is napping, and Christie and Johnny are reading in their rooms,” he said, and my jaw dropped to the floor. “What? Are you serious?” “No, go look.” I had to leave, and my eyes couldn’t believe it. But Bob had revealed the truth to me. “How did you accomplish this?” “Dr. Sanders, I’m sorry. I used to be a single father raising children. My angels were ten times worse than these three “Bob burst out laughing. “I taught them how to clean up after themselves and told them fairy tales.
That was devoured by your children. You should consider purchasing more books for them.” Starstruck, I nodded. No one had ever called my children “angels,” and they had never been interested in the few books I had gotten them. “I can’t believe it,” I said quietly. “It was simple. But I have to leave now “Bob stated as he took his work jacket from the back of a chair. “Oh, yes. I apologize for being late. I’m really embarrassed, “I said, touching my brow. “I’ll pay you three times as much for that.”
“No. No. I don’t require money, “Bob raised his hands and shook his head. “Please. Thank you for your consideration “I persisted with my stern expression. People at the hospital were afraid of Bob’s expression, so I knew he couldn’t refuse the money. “All right, I’ll treat the kids to something nice,” he joked. “Dr. Sanders, farewell. Have a wonderful day!” “Many thanks!” Exhausted, I yelled. My children behaved well the rest of the day, and I almost burst into tears. It was the best day of my life.
So I called Bob and offered him a full-time nanny job, tripling his current salary and increasing his health benefits because I had hospital connections. He eventually accepted, and I was so grateful that I gave him a Christmas bonus and plane tickets to Disneyland in California later that year. I quickly realized, with Bob’s assistance, that my children required a caregiver who felt like family because that is what they had with their father.
They despised daycares and being in the company of strangers. I couldn’t hold it against them. But I was overjoyed because I had finally solved our problem! Bob addressed my children as equals, his voice gentle and patient. I’d never been like that before, but I gave it my all. I became a lot more patient with them, mainly because they weren’t screaming or destroying the house all the time. I spent more time with them, and we grew closer by the day. My hero was Bob. Over time, I became increasingly convinced that Bob appeared in my life because the universe knew my children would require him.