Olympic Children?

 Have you seen this amazing video that is out now praising mothers of Olympian Athletes?  Wow!  It is so powerful and it evokes many emotions only a mother can have.  Watch it:

 Video Praising Moms of Olympians

So after I watched it for the fourth time, all teary eyed I turned to my beloved children and twisted my brow with a perplexing thought…

 
Are my kids Olympic material?  Do they have what it takes?  Are they gifted or committed to greatness?

 Hmm….

  In the last 24 hours, I have wiped my six year old’s bottom three times,  because he cried so long I thought of calling 911 to keep ME from losing it.  If you follow my blog, you will know that this has been an ongoing, quite torturing journey of passing into the “next stage of development”.                                                                                                              

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So as I reflected on this unyielding timeless nightmare that seems to grasp the very hairs of my head without me even using my hands….I realize my son just may not be Olympic Material.  

 I didn’t see those moms wiping those kids’ butts.

 I hold out a bit of hope that maybe, perhaps the video did NOT show everything in how they raised triumphant human beings…

Now on to my daughter…  I was up last night until 3:00am with her, as she moaned and cried and screamed in awful pain with a four-day overdue “food baby” that seemed to weigh in at 6 pounds 11 ounces.  She was in labor for 8 hrs and I was her Dula.  It sucked.  After three suppositories and my breathing techniques turned into screaming techniques, the baby was born into the toilet that still remains clogged.

Now I wonder, is there some kind of record she may have broken?  Would this grueling night she conquered count for Olympian strength, perseverance, and commitment?   If only I took out the newborn and really weighed it, I may have lost our chance for a medal.

 Ah yes, pass the baton you courageous and awe inspiring people!  My children will rise up and stand in honor as they join you in the treacherous journey to victory!  I see the GOLD medals hanging off each of my children, as they stand with their hands on their hearts singing our American Anthem! 

   My son standing in triumph over wiping all the poop off his butt without crying, whining or screaming.

 My daughter, pushing out a megapoop that withstands any medical anomaly out there for all children.

 Proud moment for mama.

 So proud.