Yesterday morning was one of those times I just wanted an expert to come in and tell me how to solve all my parenting problems. Once again, our issue is poop.
Chickie has been extremely hesitant to do the deed, and Sunday morning she was in enough discomfort that we resorted to using a suppository. That was fun, let me tell you. The next couple of hours were filled with lots of crying and lots of poop (mostly in diapers, once in the potty.)
I felt that my little girl would never forgive me for using a medicine on her that hurt. I had visions of a bitter teenager, still angry at her mother for violating her in such a way. A bitter teenager who cries every time she needs to poop.
And then she got to a point that the medicine had done enough of its job that she calmed down. She wanted to wear panties instead of a diaper. She climbed up on the couch with me. She climbed on me. Laughing, I said, "You're laying on my head!" She started giggling. "I'm laying on your head!" My laughter harmonized with hers, and it was one of those perfect parenting moments, squished head and all.
And I was reminded that I've been building a relationship of love, trust, and boundaries with this little girl for almost three years. The bumps in the road don't change that. I'm doing my job as her mom, and that's what she's depending on me to do...whether I'm helping her poop, or sharing her giggles.