so remember how my blog was about how things sometimes don’t turn out the way you expect and then I posted it and everyone thought I was pregnant which I am not…
totally intentional. just trying to give you a concrete example of what i was talkin’ about, right?
NOPE. sorry that I led some of you to believe I was knocked up! i am not, but you will know if i do become knocked up because i will drop off the face of the earth for the length of the pregnancy and you will probably be summoned to raise my children and feed my husband as i rekindle a close relationship i have with my toilet.
ANYWHO, today I would like to talk about poop. that’s right, poop. if you haven’t thought about it in awhile then you have no kids as it is the topic of many a convo. yesterday HB (Hazel Basil) (NO! her real middle name is Grace!) (well MC dubbed her Hazel Basil at a young age) (Molly Corin) (YES! her middle name is really Corin!) (pronounced Corrinne, can i get back to it here?) so Hazel was going potty and after she finished she stood up and bowed saying, “THANK YOU! THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH!!! you would have thought she just completed an original one woman play with the pride she had in her work… but it got me thinking.
what kind of existence is it when we only take pride in what is pretty? when we hold up what is photoshopped and unattainable or at the very least unsustainable over what is real and inherently beautiful? what if when life got really ugly and there was brokenness and anger and frustration and confusion and fear and hurt, what if it was okay to yell IT’S NOT FAIR and let the tears fall. what if you knew for certain that in that moment you would be listened to, held and cared for. this is part of life. there are moments that are going to be so breathtakingly beautiful that you will have no words and the joy and the love and the peace that result will be too intense to contain. there will also be moments of absolute heartbreak where the world that you know and the future you hoped for will all begin to slip away, and the pain and the hurt and the confusion and the fear will be too intense to contain. my hope is that we will share both in this journey and truly begin to rejoice with those who rejoice and mourn with those who mourn.
this blog is a place where you will learn to take a dump and then take a bow!