Am I at such a huge point of awakening in my life that I even find the beauty in my children’s bowel movement? If you have kids, you will get this. If you don’t, you may think, well, I’m weird.
As my 2 ½ year old daughter sits on the potty, and I hold her hands so she won’t touch the seat, she tells me, “Shhhh… Mommy, it’s coming.” And then she grunts as hard as she can, followed by a loud plop, and then a huge smile. “Did you hear it, Mommy?”
Gratifying? Yes, and for the both of us. Is it the fact that I really want to see her (or anyone, for that matter) take a huge dump? And close up, ‘cause I’m on the floor in front of the toilet, at seat level? Hell no! But it’s watching my daughter grow up in front of my eyes, climbing yet another mountain, learning how to be her own little person. Learning how to let go. This is the part of parenting, these stinky, strange little moments, which make my life as a mom worth living.