It is time for me to just bite the bullet and concede….nope. No way. My little one, you are not going to beat me, your Rara. I had three daughters for goodness sake!!! Are you kidding me? If there is a will there is a way. I can be stubborn too, just to let you know. Concede….nope. I know for a fact as I have met a doctor on-line recently and even though he is retired now, so still has credentials of sorts (just kidding) he has confirmed that there is something I need to know about the whole journey of scatological. Of course what does that even mean?
Well the last few days I have been working on potty training. That’s right. Holy lightning I forgot that time in my life, three times to be exact. Well it worked on them I believe (just kidding girls) and so I am going to give the little one a go. So far the scatological process which comes out of a medical profession of staffroom wit is not quite working out. You know scat…poop from a wild animal. Mind you it is wild the poop but she is not a wild animal. So not funny. And logical, the process of pooping. Well in this case, the whole enchilada of both forms of potty training is just a bit slow kind of crappy right now. But I will persevere.
I have been hoping for good weather so that she can go with just shorts or pants on, no diaper, in and out of the house. Do they not make those thick baby underwear anymore? I have looked. I guess it is pullups these days which are okay but I think it is not really going to have the same affect as the feeling of something dribbling down one’s leg. Yes, I know TMI. She did notice today, however, that something was not okee dokie and called out to me….of course the deed was already done. And the other one, number two, you know the scat part so to speak…we did have a bit of an accident a couple of days ago. Nope, not a bit. What did she eat for goodness sake????? She is healthy mama. So pick her up, take her to the potty, trying to keep her feet and hands from touching the you know what and not very successfully. And then of course getting down on my knees to clean up. Could she not have done it on the wood part of the floor? Oh well. So laundry is going to increase. Maybe I need to get more dresses as I look out at my outdoor clothes line now.
So I concede….not waving the white flag but conceding that yes Virginia there is a….oops wrong story. But yes there is a trial period and I need to get my wet swiffer out asap. Bleach maybe. And pray to the most high and yes, not listen to my friend making fun of me. Scatology. Seriously who comes up with these words. And also my dog Maggie May….move dog. Sniffing for goodness sake. Does she not know that I am busy trying to train?
So what else do I have to concede to. You know the point where you just give in. I mean I know the mantra of let go let God and I hope I do that okay or at least try to. But there are times, moments for sure, that I seem to try to be the driver. What is that movie, oh yes, Anna and the King with Jodie Foster, and one of the quotes crops up in my memory “Everything in Siam has its own time.” In other words, take a deep breath and just know all things have it’s own time. Hmmmmm.
I think being a mother is a hard one to concede. To concede in allowing me to let go let live from my capable, talented and beautiful daughters. They can do it. Yes they can. What is the hold up for me? Realizing that the space taken up by them being in my life is now changing, has been changing for a while. And they in their own way say, it’s all good mom. But the funny thing is that you never stop being a mom, mother, mommy, mama or whatever they call me these days. It changes often. Not sure the connotation when they call me by a maternal name. Thankfully they do not do what I do and call them one of their sisters’ or my granddaughters’ names. It is one of them. Hahaha. So conceding that they are grown up….yep. But I will always be their mother.
Now one thing I just stopped fighting has been my walk in the morning. Like today it is so lovely, strong breeze, feeling free and limber, quickly making my trek up to the turn around, kind of like a round-a-bout for tractors. So like the last couple of weeks, this annoying bird comes up over the crest of the cliff at the farthest part of my walk before I begin to go back and flies overhead squawking like the dickens. Goodness sake. Well now there are two of them and they seem to be getting quite cheeky, soaring and swooping up and down, getting closer and braver it seems. Well I am not one to shy away from things but honest to goodness their beaks do not look friendly at all. I thought I could sneak up and go to the side of where they seem to be located. But no way….I concede. No I did not stomp my feet but really. Really!!! I have to stop in mid stride because of 1 or 2 temperamental birds. Well…hahaha….I guess so.
I’m not superstitious but I am a little stitious, LOL. Life is going to give you lots of lemons so somehow you make the most of it and make lemonade.
Thoughts to ponder around conceding or maybe not. It is all good.
All will concede that in order to have good neighbours we also have to be good neighbours. That applies to every field of human endeavour. Harry S. Truman
When I hear somebody sigh Life is hard. I am always tempted to ask “Compared to what?” Anon
When life puts you in a tough position don’t say “Why me?, say “Try me.” Anon
“I don’t understand why people who say “I do not know how to thank you.” Like they have never heard of money. Anon
If you think you are to small to be effective, you have never been in the dark with a mosquito. Anon
If I can make at least one person smile or pee their pants a little then my day was not wasted. Anon
Why hoard your troubles? There is not market value so just throw them away. Anne Shcade
The happiest people do not have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything they have. Anon
To conceding in one’s life. Come on little one giddy up for Rara. Potty. Please. Blessings this day.
Let us pray for those whom are in need of prayer and for the acceptance of things as they come in one’s life and circumstance.