Trying to get out the door for travel soccer for my older two has always been a challenge- especially when my younger two were toddlers.
Once on the way out the door, I heard a cry, “Mom, I need your help!” from the upstairs bathroom. As I ascended the staircase, the smell was overpowering. Knowing the smell was synonymous with “urgent mess” for me to clean up, I felt my heartbeat accelerate. “We are going to be late!” I thought, frustration rising. I knew this was hardly the toddler’s fault, so I began praying that God would give me a calm spirit with the one at hand, that my intense feelings would not be taken out on the child, considering it was the timing- not his behavior- that was the issue.
As I arrived at the bathroom, I truly could not believe my eyes. There was the mess…all over him, his hands, the cupboard, the knobs, the sink, the spigot, the towels, the light switch?!!!!! I was aghast! Seriously, the stench robbed my ability to breathe. He was distraught in the middle of it all. It was clear my four-year-old had tried to clean himself after diarrhea. It was then that I asked one of those “mom” questions that sounds so idiotic in retrospect, because I knew the answer, but I just had to say something.
“What happened?!!!!” I said, trying to sound calmer than my heart rate would indicate.
It was then that God answered my prayers of calmness as my rage turned to internal laughter. The toddler answered in despair:
“I don’t know. My belly was huffin’ and puffin’ and then it all just shot out like a rocket!”
I hope it helps your day!