Today has sucked. Let's just be honest about that upfront. It didn't start off too bad mind you...considering that yesterday Moses developed the worst diaper rash of his life and suffered with it through the night...I prayed and begged and pleaded with God to heal that cute little bum...and this morning it looked so much better! We even went out and got our errands done...got home about 11am and spent the next one hour solid changing dia-rear diapers...you know the kind. Change a diaper, walk away, smell something, change another diaper, walk away, smell something...something like that. Only these are diaper rash diaper changes, so you can't just change and go...you have to remove exploded into poopy diaper, rinse bum with water, pat dry, rinse , pat, rinse, pat, air dry for as long as the boy will stay in one place, apply half-inch of butt cream, re-diaper and repeat. For an HOUR. Repeat a couple hours later. Add to that the fact that he puked into my cupped hands only because he filled his mouth overflowing with goldfish and because he has Doug's gag reflex. Oh yes. That kind of day. Which got me thinking about all of the things I have done since becoming a mother that I never ever thought about...or cared to. Here are a few:
1. Apply cream directly to someones crevice, happily.
2. Help someone poop (pushing that day was not cutting it for him...nothing like knees to the chest to get things moving)
3. Be pooped on.
4. Have vomit deposited into my hands, hair, ears, eyes, nose and every article of clothing possible.
5. Ditto for poop.
6. Ditto for spit-up, drool, puke, dribble, pee (almost forgot pee) and snot. Yes, they are all different.
7. Not mind getting up every few hours with a baby.
8. I won't even get into labor and delivery.
9. Discuss poop with an adult in a non-humorous way(I would never do this in a humorous way) what color, what shape, how much, when, where, how?
10. Throw a binky across the room.
11. Not care about having that perfect body.
Where is God in all of this mess? I'll tell you where. He is in it so much that I can do it, write about it, laugh about it, talk about it and move on. I can't see His finger directly but I know He is there. I can feel it in the Joy of being a mom, even through all the mess. As I looked through some of Moses first photos to scan in for this post all the frustration just melted away and I remember how I can do all of these things. There is nothing good in me except Jesus. And that is how I do it. I don't know how you could do it without him.