It has been raining here for the last few days, and that means different things to different people, and even people in different walks of life. Some see a cold and wet day at work, some see an excuse for a fire in the fireplace, some are just reminded they need new wiper blades. For me, at the moment, it means that my kids didn’t get to play outside at all, and that’s not good.
I have heard that there are children that like to sit calmly and color. Or play quietly on the living room floor after being inside all day.
I think these children are urban myths.
My babies like to color, and they like to play on the living room floor, but it’s not always calm or quiet. Truth be told, I wouldn’t want it any other way. I believe too much calm and quiet stifles the heart. But that’s a conversation for another day.
I picked everyone up for school and they were a little wound up, so I decided that I would take the kids to the church to run around. Our church only has a few hundred people in it, but we have a huge building with a gym and everything. It’s amazing.
So, I get all the kids in the gym and they are all running or crawling around screaming and laughing, running off the energy that kids build up in a day. Pure perfection. Music to a mother’s ears really. About 30 minutes into our adventure, my 3 year old announces that he has to go potty.
The church is just big enough and my kids are just young enough that we all have to go to the restroom together.
So, we mobilize and head to the women’s restroom down the hall from the gym.
The 3 year old walks into a stall and does his thing, the baby is contently sitting in the wagon I borrowed from the nursery, and the others are happily flipping the trash can lid. So, I slipped into the stall next to my 3-year-old, because in this walk of life, if you have a second to pee, you should definitely take it.
3 year old : “Mommy is that you?”
Me: “Yes bud.”
Him: “Are you going potty like me?”
Me: “Yep, Mommy’s have to potty sometimes too.”
Him: “I’m going poop.”
Me: “Ok.”
Him: “Mommy are you going pee or poop?”
Silence…
Him: “Never mind, I hear you peeing.”
I’m thankful for conversations that make me laugh (even if they are a little odd).
