It comes without warning

In the movies and on tv there is alway a warning of some kind, usually "Mommy, I don't feel so good," before it happens. Let me tell you hear and now, in real life there is no warning. It just happens, out of the blue.

It can happen when you are sitting down in a restaurant to eat. Everyone smiling, laughing and happy with what they have in front of them. And then your sweet girl will open her mouth and things will come spewing out that you know must have been organic in nature once upon a time, but now only represent toxic waste from the sewers seen in a b-movie. Quick like a bunny everyone springs into action Daddy grabs the napkins and deals with the table. Mommy takes the child high chair and all (thank God for wheels) and heads to the bathroom, only to be foiled by the sign that says, "restrooms for paying customers only. Please see manager for a key" Really!?! Are you kidding me!?!? Quickly, Mommy zips back to the front trying to protect the appitites of all other shielding her child from their view. Requesting a key calmly, Mommy tries to pretend she can't see that ooze dripping off her precious child's chin and leg. After all the two year old thinks it's all a game, so Mommy does, too.

Finally secure in the bathroom Mommy begins the task of getting clothes off wiggly giggly two year old all the while trying to keep any more from getting on herself. Miraculously there is a change of clothes in the backpack! Rinse, wash, wipe and repeat. Stuff the clothes in the empty baggie. Slink out of bathroom hoping most, if not all , of the contents of the stomach made it into the garbage and not on the floor.

Pack up family and head home. Does Mommy want the rest of her dinner, ummm no thanks.

You go about the rest of the weekend, everyone seems fine. And then it happens again. And AGAIN without warning. Now it's the soon to be 4 year old stating quite firmly he does not want to eat his asparagus. "So eat your chicken first and then try your asparagus", Mommy says. And just as Mommy knows there's another protest to come, history repeats itself. A wild torent, a river of ooze comes spewing forth. This time onto the lovely dinner table set for company. Again parents leap into action. Only this child is not done, he has another river of ooze to deposit... on the carpet....

It always comes without warning..

The love you feel for your husband, when you know that a few short years ago he couldn't even change a poopy diaper without gagging, and yet there he is on his hands and knees scooping puke off the floor as easily as if he were digging sand for a sand castle.

It always comes without warning...

The love you feel for your child when he/she looks at you with sweet relief and gratitude as you clean them up.

It always comes without warning...