Even though I am a mother of two I must admit I don't always feel like a mom or act like one, for that matter. I have found myself strolling through Target convincing myself an attractive man is checking me out when my brain quickly reminds me I have a cart full of babies and I am dressed practically in my pajamas with no make-up on and my hair uncombed. I am not being looked at in awe rather in shock.
On days like today when my youngest is on his 6th day of no pooping, I am well aware of my motherhood. The word "poop" has come out of my mouth countless times with ease and lack of any embarrassment. My friends and family are calling to ask if my son has pooped, when people ask how I am, I respond, "my son hasn't pooped in six days." With the advice of my pediatrician we headed to the store to pick up some pear or prune juice and while standing in the isle my baby boy's face turned beet red and a joyous fart unleashed furry into his diaper. In typical mom fashion I leaned close to him with pride and excitement and said ,"you did it!...you did it!" Praying for my newest to poop and training my eldest to poop in the potty, I have to smile and think, "are you kidding me!" When did my days center around poop. I wouldn't have it any other way.
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