“A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.”
— Agatha Christie
such a beautiful quote on motherhood
yesterday my day was more like this quote
“Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world, a mother’s love is not.”
— James Joyce
emphasis on the dunghill
I came back from work yesterday, said goodbye to the babysitter, and told my daughter I needed to “go potty.” Yes, I am a grown woman who says “go potty” probably 20 times a day – even in reference to myself.
Caroline took off like a rocket towards my bathroom. She grabbed the kid potty out from under the sink and set it on the floor. We are not potty training her. She just found the potty stored under there one day and takes it out every once in awhile.
She took off her pants and made it clear she wanted to take off her diaper. I helped her, humoring her since I needed to change her diaper anyway. She wanted to take her shirt off but I refused. Just for the record, no one else takes their shirt off here when going to the bathroom.
I realized I didn’t have a clean diaper so I walked around the corner to get one.
When I walked back in I found this…
At first my eyes to brain connection wasn’t working. I couldn’t figure out what the pile was on the ground. When I suddenly made the connection…
Oh Sh*t!
LITERALLY!
I calmly grabbed her, cleaned her up – this included taking off her shirt which was now dirty (I should have listened to her about taking off her shirt), her dirty socks (she had managed to run all around the room in the 5 seconds I was gone), and her body.
I cleaned up the mess and put her down for her nap.
All rather calmly if I do say so myself.
An hour later I found another pile of it in my the closet……on the carpet.
