“Hi!” a thrilled little voice uttered, bringing me to consciousness.
After consulting the clock, I learned it was 7:06 a.m. on Sunday, March 17. I carefully cracked one eye, so as to not blow my cover as a sleeping daddy.
Leo, our friend’s dog we sometimes watch, followed behind Simon appearing desperate for a potty break.
I maintained my cover – striving to exude the morning tranquility and quietness of a glassy lake.
But the pressure was high.
I was being carefully examined by little eyes and I could feel the escalating physiological needs of my k9 friend.
Part of me wanted to leap out of bed and discover a new adventure with Simon. The other part seduced me, saying, “But he might go away and then you could sleep. Ssssleeeeeeep…”
Kendra interrupted the battle between my ears by jumping out of bed. She and I have simultaneous sinus infections. We always strive for unity.
I feel like drilling a hole in my cheek would relieve more discomfort then it would cause. Realizing Kendra probably felt the same way made my appreciation for her grow all the more.
A few minutes pass. I told the Seducer to get lost and I drug myself out of bed. Kendra’s sinus pressure seemed to be worsening. Regardless, she had prepared “brefus” for Simon. “Berger” which is yogurt in Simon, is his favorite. We decided Kendra should take the first shift of going back to bed.
After his last spoon full, Simon wanted potty treats. I reminded him what he needed to do to get one. He sprinted to the bathroom. I asked him where his treats were. His bewildered expression grew as he looked left and then right. Then with his hand by his mouth he called for his lost love, “Potty Teeeet”.
But there was no answer…
I could only imagine how deafening and scary this silence must have been to Simon’s 2-year-old toddler mind.
I looked him in the eyes, trying to transfer my confidence as I assured him I would find them, but that for now he needed to work on taking his pajama pants off so he could go potty.
After pulling himself together, he put his mind to the task. Putting both hands on the front waist of his pants and with fierce exertion and a game face, he started to wrestle his pants down.
But he had no luck. They wouldn’t come down.
The protruding curvature of his diaper-butt was his nemesis. But that diaper-butt hadn’t seen nothin’ yet. He tried all the harder, letting out a resolute yell. Determination was etched on his face. His soft little arms strained. His neck veins bulged…
Then it happened. The breaking point. His pants, like a sling shot, snapped past his curvy nemesis, making a slapping sound on the back of his ankles! He face glowed with success.
With this pants around his ankles he grabbed the bathroom counter and tried to shake them off. He kicked once… twice… but like a young bull trying to toss a veteran cowboy, Simon’s efforts were no match for the elastic ankle bands in his pj’s.
I helped him. He smiled and then ran over and saddled his throne.
I hope you’ve enjoyed a glimpse into my paradise.
I’d rather be here more than anywhere else. And at the same time Kendra and I make sure we frequently get “our time”, together and individually, so we don’t lose perspective, appreciation, or burnout for this gift of ours. Maybe we’ll have another kid soon. We’re hoping.
I would wrestle 4 alligators buck naked in a pit of hot coals for the well being my little family. I’d spend the rest of my days in isolation if it was required to for their happiness and health.
Which is all fine and good, but not probable. The question I must ask is, “Am I willing to do the daily deeds for them? Read to them, be patient with them, explain things and respect them. I can let all of this be another thing on my list of tasks, or I can embrace the adventure moment by moment and let it become my way of life. I’ve tried both and prefer the second. It yields more joy.