That Perfect Moment

Once in a blue moon a moment comes along that completly quantifies your very existance. It is a moment that just defines who you are and what your purpose it. It is a moment that you will remember for the rest of your life. It is a moment that your children will remember for the rest of their lives. The other day I was lucky enough to have such a moment.

I am getting ready for the day and decide that today I want to feel pretty. I want to like a women and were "real" clothes. Not my grungy everyday clothes. I put on my khaki jeans with a touch of spandex for the slimming effect and pair it with a "slenderizing" white tank top undeneath of my new pink silk sleeveless shirt. To complete the outfit I slid my feet into my pink platform Steve Madden flip flops (found at Goodwill, can't resist a bargain) I am not only feeling pretty and womanly I am feeling downright sexy.

The day is going well. It is the middle of the afternoon and there have been no major occurances. I am sitting at the computer and when I look into the living room to check on the kids when I notice that the back of the baby's pants have the tell tale sign of diaper leakage. Ok, not a big deal. I take five minutes to finish up what I am woking on and in that time the baby runs over to me and raises her arms to be hugged. What the heck! I can pick her up and hold her. I just hold her rear end away from me so that I don't get dirty. I pick her up, swing her butt away from me and got to give her a zerbert on her back. Never realizing that the diaper leakage had creeped up without my noticing. All I can say is that I am thankfull my mouth was still closed when it connected.

I quickly carried her down the hall to the bathroom, set her down and then looked at the mirror to survey the damage. There is poop on my upper lip and the tip of my nose. I wash my face and get the baby cleaned up. I look down and notice that I have a small smear of poop on the front of my shirt. I take it off and call my mother to ask how you wash poop out of silk.

I am so proud of myself. Not once did I make a face. Not once did I say "eww" either outload or to myself. I just accept that poop is a fact of life when you have children.

That is my moment. That is who I am. I am a mother.

(and I did get the stain out)