Today I am exasperated.
A headache that won’t quit and I went grocery shopping. The relief of having food in the house overshadowed by the worry it will be gone long before I am able to go again. Since it is fall break, I had the privilege of taking my almost 5yo and 7yo with me. I already loathe grocery shopping because it is hard for me to stay organized as long as it takes to finish and to fight my impulsive nature. Doing it with kids in tow makes it the equivalent of a root canal with no Novocaine. I hate to curb their youthful exuberance and curiosity but if I got one more flat tire with the damn cart…or had to tell them one more time to keep their paws to themselves it is quite possible I would have started babbling incessantly and drooling on myself right there in the store.
As soon as we got home my(almost) 5yo announces he has to poop. It’s actually a blessing now. Usually he makes the announcement in the store and insists on checking out the public restroom. Today he decided he had either seen this particular restroom enough or was having too much fun giving me flat tires to remember pooping.
Either way, he made his big announcement at home. I’m still thinking it might have been about trying the new toilet paper, but that is of little consequence at this point. He does his business and out to the kitchen he trots with underpants and shorts in hand.
“Mommy, help me with my underpants?”
“I am a little busy Love. Can you ask someone else…or do it yourself?”
“no Mommy. I want you to.”
“Ok but I am busy and ya know what? 5 yo boys can put their own underpants on anyways. So why are you asking for help ? “
“Because, I’m not 5 yet. “
Immediately I am humbled. I turn around and look at his sweet little face and am struck that this is my last child to see through these tender years. I will never have these moments again. He will grow up soon enough, they all have and this sweet little boy needs me to put on his underpants. So what if he is almost 5 and should be able to do it himself. So I put on his underpants and I pull him close and kiss his head, inhaling his wonderful little boy smell and I know I will never forget the day I was humbled
by underpants….of all things.