It's okay, it's okay.

My parents, who live nearby, told me to come over for yakiniku, so
I took Sachibon and went out.
After we had eaten our fill of meat and were about to head home,
it was discovered that either Bon or Sachi had had an accident in the next room.

When I apologized, feeling terrible, my mother laughed and said,
"It's okay, it's okay. We can just wipe it up."

I used to wet the bed until I was in the second grade.
Every morning, I would wake up feeling depressed that the futon was wet.
I couldn't control it no matter how hard I tried, and I was plagued by a sense of helplessness.
I genuinely thought I would be like that for the rest of my life.
However, my mother never scolded me once. She never even said a single word of complaint.
So, even though I hated wetting the bed, I didn't feel any sense of guilt.

One night, I half-woke up because I needed to pee.
I was sleepy and it was a hassle to go to the bathroom.
I thought, 'I always wet the bed anyway. I might as well just do it now.'
When I muttered, "Mom, I have to pee," my mother, who was sleeping next to me, jumped up.
"Wait, wait! Just hold it for a second."
She dashed to the kitchen and returned with a plastic cup that had come as a free gift with Milo.
Mom didn't say anything, but I realized that it was probably better not to wet the bed, though I really didn't want to use the cup...
Thinking about that vaguely, I fell back asleep.

Perhaps because my training was too lenient, Sachibon often has accidents.
Of course, I don't want them to.
But even as an owner who has lived for 50 years, I can't always control my own bladder.
So, I keep wiping the floor, thinking, 'Well, it can't be helped.'
But sometimes, I end up grumbling, "Oh, come on..."
Afterward, I remember my mother and give a bitter smile.
I'm no match for her.
As I wipe the floor, I try saying, "It's okay, it's okay, we can just wipe it up," just like she did.