Pride, Who Needs It?
Before I even go any further, I am going to give you a stern TMI warning. Only continue reading if you are prepared to read about things you probably could go the rest of your life without knowing.
Ask any mom and they will most likely tell you that their pride flew out the window the moment they gave birth. By the time the baby is born, our bodies have been poked, prodded and monitored by way too many people.
I’ve decided that really that whole experience is designed to prepare you for the wonderful things that your children will say or do to you out in public.
Honestly before kids, farting in a public restroom was cause to hide in the stall until you could assure nobody would see you coming out. Now we announce and giggle about farts in public restrooms.
We openly talk about when we poop and what color it is and sometimes even what shape it is.
We clap, celebrate, sing and dance when someone pees on the potty. We don’t care if it’s the potty at home, at a friends or out in public. It’s what we do.
My one last remaining hang up concerning the public restroom occurs about once per month. {Yes, I have a small bladder and have to pee all the time. And when you live where we live it takes way too long to get most places and, so often I have to pee by the time I get there}
Most of the time I have the Big One and the Little One with me when it happens; Now I’ve told you we talk freely about the pee and poop, so my children are in the habit of peeking into the toilet to see if there is anything conversation-worthy in there.
I usually know it’s coming, but have yet to figure out how to respond to the gasp and “Mommy! You’re bleeding!!” that occurs. I do my best to explain in 4-year-old terminology that I am okay and that it’s all normal. But I will admit that I still blush when we come out of the public stall after that announcement. It’s silly I know but seriously, does everyone need to know that it’s that time of the month?
If you are still reading this, I am sorry. I know it’s TMI.
Ahhhh, another one of the joys of motherhood.
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I learned this one from my Big One who demands privacy in the public stalls now. Make the kids turn around and face the stall door so they aren’t looking. I even have to turn around in the stall now when either of my child are going to the bathroom. Funny though, they don’t seem to care when we are at home. And then do your stuff fast! And if they notice it in the toilet you just say “Yeah, sometimes that happens when your a woman.” Then leave it alone. And deal with it again when they are about 8 years old.
I love your stories …you are living MY life …I have a 2 girls …5 yr old and 3 yr old …hahah …they make life interesting!