Momalom's Five for Ten: Lust
One of my favorite commercials of all time was one from the Royal Caribbean Cruise Lines where Iggy Pop's Lust for Life blared. It was the perfect soundtrack for all the adventurous activities you could do onboard the ship and on the excursions.
There are people who have an affinity for the finer things in life; travel, gourmet cuisine, finely aged wines, art, music.
I am a WHOLE lot simpler. I have three children. I don't have time for fancy this or that. I often times forget what it was that I was going to do, going from one end of the house to the other. In my case, it is all simpler, except for one tiny, little detail.
My three year old is still in diapers.
I am ashamed to admit this.
When I had my youngest son, I had big dreams relating to potty-training. (Wow, that just might be the saddest sentence I have ever written.) I thought that this child would be the easiest to potty train, having two older brothers with the same kind of plumbing.
But alas, my older sons had different ideas. And in particular, one from The Diary of a Wimpy Kid.
For those of you not familiar with the story line, Greg is the middle child, getting ready to begin middle school. He has a younger brother who, in the midst of potty training, is told that there is a potty monster. Needless to say, the toddler will not go on the porcelain king, and mom is pretty upset.
So is this mom.
I discovered this debauchery when I took my boys to see the movie. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Laugh, because they saw the opportunity and took it; cry, because they saw the opportunity and took it.
Looking at the bright side, they learned to do something from a book, right?
But, on to reality. I have spent a small fortune on diapers and wipes. A small fortune I could have spent on the finer things in life, not poop.
I have purchased diapers for eight out of the last ten years, people. I am done.
There is a life I lust after. Not one that is fancy or complicated. It is very simple wish.
I lust for a life that requires no diaper bags, no refilling the wipes box, no Butt Paste.
I lust for a life where everyone wipes their own ass.
It will mean freedom for me. Of not being tied down to a baby. Of having three independent boys. Of life progressing, evolving.
It will mean that my youngest son will be nearing school age, and we will leave the preschool he attends now, where I send a hefty tuition check the first of every month.
It will mean not having to drive back home if I have forgotten the diaper bag, or harassing the older boys into carrying it to the car, out of the car, into the house, out of the house. It will mean one less thing to have to remember.
It will mean more stops on road trips, accidents while we are out, accidents while we are at home, accidents while we sleep.
And while I cannot wait to unburden myself and Joshua of chasing after him, getting all thirty pounds of him on the changing table and getting down to business, I know I will miss it, just a little.
Because it will mean that I no longer have a baby.
It will mean that I have raised another human being to some sort of independence, regardless of how basic that independence is.
I am starting to see the glimpses of this new and improved Joshua. Last night, he went pee in the potty. Mama did the potty jig and sang the happy Mama song for a good twenty minutes.
Lady Luck was at my house this morning too. He went potty again. Another round of dancing and singing.
But more than that, I saw my littlest boy proud of himself. He was so happy that he did it. He kept telling me he is a big boy. And, he is.
No fear of a potty monster.
And that was good.
Like anything in life, those things that are the most worthwhile never come easy. Not love, not good friendships, not parenting.
Especially not parenting.
But, if you encounter the difficult but worthwhile with a lust for life, then the whole journey is a little more enjoyable, even more worthwhile.
Even in the adventures of potty training.
And especially if you have a particularly good soundtrack playing in the background, even if it's only in your head...