This story is dedicated to all the mothers who find themselves rolling with the punches.
I decided to change Kaden’s diaper on the airport sofa. Lane & Lili, my little helpers, were standing by watching the process. Assuming Kaden had accomplished his primary goal, I handed the diaper to Lili, 3, who dashed off to the garbage yelling, “Ewwww,” the entire way there.
Lane, 5, fished for the necessary wipe as the 3 month old released his hose in a mighty gush. A timely stream arched perfectly in the air and puddled precisely in my lap. Lane’s expression turned grave as he realized Kaden was obviously unaware of grandma’s potty rules.
In the meantime, two pilots were headed toward the terminal for service, so I hurriedly diaper Kaden, and stood to relocate. With urine running down my legs, (No, it wasn’t mine.) I found a better place to hide my soggy lap from the customers. The men then discussed at length were should they eat. There are only three choices in this tiny town — pick one!
Warning: Some carriers come with leaking hoses!
She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue. She looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her. Prv. 31:26, 27, 28