Growth … It sneaks up on you
I don’t know when it happened exactly … it just hit me a couple of months ago and I am just now coming to the realization that it’s a permanent thing.
I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to jinx it.
Parents are superstitious that way. If we got a good thing going we don’t want to high-five ourselves until it feels concrete.
And now three months later, I’m finding that I can exhale.
And it’s awesome I can’t even tell you how amazing it feels that diapers are no longer in my short-term future.
Huggies. Luvs. Kirkland. Pampers.
On average I used to see about 50 of you in one week.
50 of you every week, for a combined total of six years.
Yup Two kids. Six years of diapers.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for the Velcro straps and the disposable nature of you. I’m thankful that I wasn’t crazy enough to go all Little House on the Prairie and get cloth diapers, the butt rash alone would have killed us both.
But I’m glad to be done with you.
Diaper Genie. You’re gone too.
I’ve completed the diaper phase of parenthood and I can’t tell you how awesome it feel to reach this milestone.
Sure it was my daughter who technically made this achievement happened for the last time in our household, but wasn’t really me wiping and washing and changing … day after day? Wasn’t it me having to wake up in the middle of the night as this Time Bandit woke up because the diaper was overflowing?
Yeah. It was me. And now I’m happy to see that phase has been completed.
No night-time accidents.
No I’m at Bed-Bath-Beyond-and-we-just-peed-all-over-the-Beyond-section episodes.
No. I got this.
Growth happened and it totally snuck up on me. I mean I was training for this to happen, giving stickers, and hugs, and M&Ms all kinds of parenthood bribes just so she would use the “potty.” I knew it would happen eventually, I could see it on the horizon.
I was hoping for it to happen, and then just like that it happened … and here I am … witnessing growth. It’s a trip. An awesome one. I totally high-fived myself and then I paused.
Now I have to wait for all the other growth coming my way … the kind that will probably make me wish she was still in diapers.
Thank God for chocolate.