A friend of mine said she’s at her most creative early in the morning when the “ethers” were at their quietest. A friend of hers had shared that piece of advice with her back in the 1970s. His name was John Lennon. He knows a thing or two about creativity.
However, right now I don’t share their mantra. I’m up at the crack of ass for two reasons: 1) I don’t feel well and 2) my babies kept me up most the night because they also don’t feel well.
So, what better time than now to share some devastating news: My almost 4 year old doesn’t need me to wipe his ass anymore. Yes, it’s true. He can wipe his ass on his own.
I’m his mother and I didn’t see it coming. He was on the toilet going “poop” yesterday and after about 5 minutes I noticed that he didn’t yell my name to come wipe his butt. So, I sauntered into the bathroom to see what was up and he was already off the can with his batman undies already pulled back up.
"Do you need me to wipe your butt?", I asked.
"Nope, I don’t need you anymore," he answered. "Miss Kathleen showed me and I can do it on my own."
And he then proceeded to re-enact the wiping of his own ass. His sweet, almost 4 year old ass. And he did it perfectly. Miss Kathleen, his preschool teacher, effectively changed our lives in one “front to back” swipe.
While I was shocked and devastated inwardly, outwardly I praised him for being such a big boy, the “bestest” boy ever. He was so happy and so very pleased with himself. It was a sweet moment. A milestone in his young life. And I was crushed.
Crushed because I know this is the beginning of the end. He will soon know how to ride his bike without training wheels, he will want to cut his own food, and even open his own juice box.
As his mother, I will have to learn to adjust and evolve as he grows…. my beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.. beautiful boy.