And that my friends, is exactly what he did. Without giving you the gory details, let’s just say I experienced one of the most epic moments in my motherhood career thus far.
Instead of freaking out, having a fit, or even resorting to calling my mom, I handled the situation as only a mother could. While a bath is usually something his father and I do together, I lugged the tub out by myself, bathed him, and got him changed. I then figured out a way to deal with the remaining ickiness, and kept him entertained until daddy came home.
I guess what I’m trying to say is , as a mom, I do epic sh*t. As a new mother, I’ve learned that everything is a burp cloth, and actual burp cloths are too small. I’ve learned that a little drool never hurt anyone. I’ve learned that you have to make sacrifices for your kid, and for your family. I feel like I’ve matured in so many ways. I don’t stress about the little stuff anymore, and I handle things so much better.
As I get closer to 30, I look back at the choices I’ve made and the plans I have for the future. I realize that it’s not about me anymore. My son is my legacy, and I’ve been charged with the responsibility of nurturing him into a responsible adult. With his dad, I must make sure that our son is respectful, honest, intelligent, articulate, caring, and becomes a productive member of society. I’d say that’s pretty epic sh*t.
*P.S. He started babbling the day after my last post.
“everything is a burp cloth” I love it! Oh so true.
Right? All of my tank tops have been spit up on, or are stretched out from pulling them down to feed him.
LOL! Oh, the first EPIC dumping. I still remember! My son chose the car. Really son?? The car?? We had to get the hose and everything.
Welcome to ‘da mommyhood!
It was so epic. I think I’m traumatized. How did you get the smell out of the car?
Mother’s are in a word are EPIC ! You have my utmost respect for all that you do. Seriously.
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