What has occurred in my household today is monumental. It is a feat of gigantic proportions. It has altered my life in ways that I can only imagine. There are no words to accurately define the vast importance of this beautiful day.
Because Jack has finally pooped in the potty. And I’m talking a real one, folks. I’m talking a bowel movement worthy of a linebacker. A real growler. Jack has propelled himself across the line between just learning to PhD. In poop.
In all honesty, I think the entire situation surprised him more than anything. You know we’ve been working on this for awhile.And have hit some pretty disgusting bumps along the way. But this morning, the inflection in his voice as he called me into the bathroom to “wipe da buns” was priceless. It was as if he finally understands what it means to fully commit yourself to the process. And it was only a mere couple of days ago he was demanding that I share my vast knowledge and experience in the matter to show him how one propagates the movement of bowels. But now? The dude’s a pro.
And I couldn’t be happier. Really. Can you tell? Do you understand what this means for me? Sure, there will undoubtedly be setbacks along the way, some dirtied underpants, a skiff here or there, but we are on the road people. We are cruising down the highway to freedom. Freedom from washing my hands daily in scalding hot water. Freedom from buying diapers substantial enough to handle the loads he is capable of unloading. Freedom from embarassment at say, the pizza parlor, where he is hunkering down in the corner between the candy crane and air hockey table, only to return to the table 15 pounds heavier. Freedom from feeling like I smell like poop. His poop.
This is huge. Pray for me, everyone. Pray that this miracle lasts. Pray that Jack has seen the light. Pray that Jack has experienced the joy of unencumbered bowel movements and never wants to go back. Pray that I never have to write a blog solely on the topic of poop, again.
That one really benefits all of us.