I had this rather silly epiphany today, one that I think that only a momma could possibly have. Picture this, I am 6 months pregnant trying to help my child (who is doing a FABULOUS job being potty trained) wipe...and I get pooped on. It was humid in Oregon today, I am pregnant and stooped over and now, I am pooped on?? Yuck! Please! (sorry for the graphic nature of this post, but this is me, real time!)
Before I had kids, if you would have asked me about a low point in my week, I think that it might have included being pooped on. I have a very sensitive nose and an intense gag reflex, I had always thought that poop and vomit would be my downfall as a mom. BUT, and here is the saving grace of this post, the poop didn't even phase me. It won't even place in my top 10 of low points this week. It is not that my week is so bad that it won't register, it is just that my low points are reserved for when I am short with my kids or my husband, when I am tired and I can't listen to one more knock-knock joke (yes, they are both getting in on THAT action now), not the poop.
Today, I just cleaned it up and tried to comfort my kid because he felt really embarrassed about it and my heart hurt for him. Later, I thought about it... I thought "Wow, I am a Mom." It isn't the stinky stuff that really matters, and I had thought THAT was going to be the hard part of mothering. It is just not and wow, the stuff that is the hard part is so much deeper. It is about who you really are as a person, who you want to be. I am just hoping that I can keep doing right by this family because I am the Mom.
To mommas everywhere, keep being great people, don't worry about a little poop!