On a recent trip to Target with all three littles dragging at my ankles, I received a call I couldn’t decline. Nature’s call.
I don’t typically speak openly about personal … movements. So much so that I was with a group of friends recently who are all nurses and I sat awkwardly as they all shared conversations about experiences on the golden throne. By default, my introvert side gets the best of me in conversations that I feel out of place in, and I become the most awkward person in existence.
Warning: if you too are an introvert or possess any sort of social anxiety, you may want to skip ahead a bit.
Back to Target. We reach the family restroom and of course, it’s in use. In the ladies room, I stuff everyone in the stall with me. In the middle of making a deposit, with a clearly full bathroom, the following ensued:
Middle child: “MOMMY ARE YOU POOPING?!”
Me: Mortified
Middle Child: “It’s OK mommy, everybody poops”
And at that moment, I saw clarity.
JK
I was embarrassed as all hell. I finished up and washed my hands so fast. I left my cart full of hopes and dreams outside of the ladies room and headed for the car.
Upon later reflection, I realized something. He was right.
What happened to the carefree nature that we are instinctively born with in regards to building a log cabin? Why can my daughter stop mid-play, make a face and a few noises, then alert me with the biggest, proud of herself smile, that she has dropped the kids off at the pool? And three women who have to make an offer to the porcelain throne, enter the public restroom at the same time, will compete in a who will clench checks for the longest, just to avoid testing the plumbing?
So let’s learn a little from our littles, and relax a bit and let it slide.
And don’t forget, everybody poops.