If you came over to my house and wanted to use the powder room, I would point you to the one upstairs (it’s the cleanest). At the top of the stairs, you would have to navigate a three-foot tall, white plastic obstacle that’s sitting in the middle of the hallway. It’s been there for over a week now. And if you had told me three months ago that I’d have a hard time parting with my son’s diaper genie, I would have called Dr. Phil, because honey, you must be smoking crack.
But here I am. My “baby” has potty-trained, which means no more diapers, wipes, and disgusting bags of human waste housed in their bedrooms. All these accessories have been part of my life for almost five years straight. And now, POOF! Suddenly, we are no longer a family who gets a regular delivery of diapers and pull-ups from Amazon Prime.
We are something else.
I guess we’re underwear people now. We bought Simon 36 pairs of licensed underwear at Costco the other day, and now he changes his underpants three times and day and likes to show everyone what he’s wearing: Look! It’s Yoda! It’s Ninja Turtles!
Ninety percent of me is thrilled to see my big boy doing things for himself that weren’t that pleasant to do for him. But that ten percent. That stubborn, heels-dug-in ten percent that handles all of my mourning is quietly keening. My baby is growing up.
It’s another transition. Motherhood is full of them. Actually, motherhood is really just a series of transitions, and it’s my job as my children’s mother to remain a solid, loving center pole from which they will move away little by little, year by year. In a few months, Mr. Yoda Pants will start going to school every single day. There he will eat lunch and have a whole social life that has nothing to do with me. I will rejoice and mourn; both at the same time. I’m started to get good at that.
Speaking of transitions and the women who undertake them, May 3rd is the launch date for an exciting collection of essays by women about the transitions in their lives, Nothing But The Truth So Help Me God: 73 Women on Life’s Transitions. From overcoming addiction to starting a business or taking care of elderly parents—these women invite us into their transitions, putting to words the confusing mix of emotions and reactions to the immutable fact that we change. Life changes. Our children change. Our parents change. I am honored to have an essay in the collection, which I hope you’ll check out.
It’s time to gather the summer reads—consider including this collection that will feed your heart, your mind, and your spirit. (Channeling Oprah right about now.) I’m also told that anyone who buys the Transitions anthology before midnight on May 4 will receive a free ebook of our first anthology on Connections and will be entered to win a $500 gift certificate to the Apple store! Simply forward the Amazon confirmation email from your purchase of Transitions to email@example.com to receive your free ebook and to automatically enter the raffle.
Now, please excuse me. I’ve got a diaper genie to haul to the trash. *sniff sniff*