The Reason I Won't be Celebrated on Mother's Day (A Late Entry)

I promised myself I would tell no one my deepest, darkest secret. And now, on Mother’s Day, I am going to tell everyone…

There is a very good reason why I should not be celebrated. You see, my deepest, darkest secret actually happened on this very Mother’s Day.

A very dear friend of mine sent me an amazing book entitled The Anatomy of the Spirit, and now in an effort to cleanse my spirit, I have decided to be completely vulnerable and honest about my shortcomings. And trust me, this is a big one.

So here goes….

It being Mother’s day, and me being totally exhausted from Danika being up all night (apparently she realized that Mother’s Day begins at midnight and decided she just had to spend the entire night awake with me), I decided in a moment that I am not proud of, that it would be parentally acceptable for me to lay with Danika on the floor as she plays and maybe catch a little shut eye. P.S the floor is tile and Danika loves to pull herself up on things and occasionally falls backward (just to make the story even worse).

What felt like 20 seconds later (but turned out to be a half hour), I woke up in a moment of panic as a I searched the room for her, a million thoughts going through my head about what could’ve happened. And there she was, my little angel, sitting on the floor just as quiet and calm as a…wait a minute, quiet and calm, my daughter, oh god somethings wrong! As I got closer I realized that she was eating something (the worst moment in parenting history is approaching), and I let out a yelp as I realized what it was…

Danika had pooped her diaper and was now shoving her hand in the side of it and removing pieces and shoveling them into her mouth.

I yelled out “Danika, no stop!!!” She paused, looked straight into my eyes, and in total awareness of her disobedience put the piece she had in her hand directly into her mouth.

I grabbed her and wiped her hands quickly before any more would find its way into her mouth, apologizing over and over for falling asleep.

And just when I thought I couldn’t feel any worse…

I looked Danika straight in the eye and asked her to forgive me. She just looked at me as if she understood what I was saying, and burst out in the biggest smile I ever seen, a tiny piece of poop dangling from her top tooth.

It is because of that moment that I refuse to be celebrated today.