Peepee & Poopoo

The annual Family Retreat was this past weekend! This was the second year that I helped out, and I am so thankful. I think this is where I receive my being-a-mommy crash course each year. Last year, I realized that there is still HOPE for me in being a good mom, and this year, I CHANGED DIAPERS for the first time ever!

I mean, I always knew how to do it in theory – replace the old one with a new one – but unless I’ve actually done it, I didn’t think I could say I knew how. =) Now, I don’t have to shamefully look around when a diaper needs to be changed, I can go for it!

I WAS REALLY EXCITED!

At the same time, it doesn’t change the awful truth that baby diapers with poopoo is the most pungent stinky smell to ever exist! I used to not understand when other people say this – because poop is poop and should smell the same whether you’re 2 or 82! This, as I have recently found out, is not true. -_-

After the experience, I texted my mom:

“I changed a baby’s diaper today! It’s stinky! Thanks for changing my diapers when I was a baby”

I was really thankful that moms and dads and others love us enough to change our diapers to keep us clean. assuming 3 diapers per day, 365 days a year, for at least 2 years = 2,190 diaper changes!

she texted back:

“haha, in fact, we didn’t throw the dirty diaper away when u were a baby because we didn’t have the diapers like now. we needed to wash the “diapers” and reuse them.”

WHAAAAAAT. Not only replacing the old with a new one, but, washing…the..nasty stinky poo….with…bare hands??

I think the word ‘thankful’ is no longer appropriate enough. wow.

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Another thing I realized is how similar we (adults) are to these babies. The hardest parts of the day was trying to put the babies down for nap or have them go ‘nightnight’.

We know that they are tired. We know that they need rest. We change their diapers, help them change into their pajamas, and put them down to sleep. All they need to do is close their eyes and relax!

But no, the rebellious babies seriously cry, fight, manipulate, and do whatever to postpone this inevitable thing, as if we were bad people trying to make them suffer!

Shoot boy, if you’d just stop kicking me and relax, everything would be fine!

Hrm, isn’t this true for me as well?

I continue to doubt that God knows best, even though I know this true. I suspect that maybe God’s plans for me will lead me to uncertainty and possibly suffering, so I run everywhere from here to there, except actually TO Him. But He is the one who knows what I need and wants to give it to me, so.. why am I fighting someone that’s on my side?

I should really learn from the good babies in this..

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