I wasn't thinking of participating in the FTSF this time 'round. Nothing was coming to me, but then this afternoon happened. And I think it's fair to say, if there were a reality show about my life it would be called No Boundaries.
What mother hasn't complained about not being able to use the bathroom in peace? What mother hasn't written about those moments that she realizes she's fully invested in this mama-business, doing and saying things she never imagined doing or saying?
I had a couple of those moments today:
Some sort of mild digestive ailment hit my children today. My son woke up from his nap having fouled his diaper and sheet. I got him and his bed set to rights in time for the bus, the rush to gymnastics, the rush home, the rush to get supper on the table...you know the drill.
I was sliding the tray of chicken nuggets and sweet potato fries (judge me, I don't care--that's Thursday nights after gymnastics), when I heard my daughter scream. I called to her to come to me, and she came with her coat and boots still on but her pants and panties around her knees. I pooped in my pants! she wailed.
Since she's five and long past her "accidents," I simply tried to calm her and walk her to the bathroom where I could get her cleaned up. As we moved, my two-year-old son followed closely behind in a crouch, pointing at my daughter's verynotclean rear end and shouting, Whoa! Whoa! (picture that as about three syllables per word) with great enthusiasm.
And, it was at that moment that I thought, I never pictured this part of motherhood. One so distraught, the other so entertained, and the subject? Poop.
Oh, and that was not the end of our digestive trials. Oh, no.
However, they did not dampen my children's appetite for chicken nuggets and sweet potato fries, and we had a perfectly pleasant supper with both of them earning a dig into the leftover Halloween candy bucket.
It was only after supper, after I'd washed dishes and cleaned the kitchen that I looked at my daughter with surprise. Where are your panties?
I didn't want to put any on.
Well, go put some on now.
And as she departed, she kissed me on my hiney.
And, at that moment I thought, I never pictured this part of motherhood. But it warmed me to my core.