“Honey, she shit in the pool again!”
Sigh… SIGH…
There are so many things wrong with this statement - words strung together that no one ever hopes to hear.
Certainly no one wants dookie in their pool…ever. I mean, we all must face the reality that at some point in life, we’ve been in an ool with a dose or two of p. But nobody wants to float with some feces, drown with some brown or do a lap with some crap. On this day, the opportunity for a rare, down-day family hangout outside has been lost.
The word “again”, yes, implies that this has previously (and recently) occurred. The time in cleaning and the money in chemicals has already been invested once and now will have to be repeated. These are Western problems to be sure, a light momentary affliction (LMA), but a gross irritation, nonetheless.
And now to the “she”… In moments like these, the carnal response is “why”. Why do we continue to foster? Haven’t we done enough already? Why can’t a six-year-old figure out this potty thing? Why can’t we just have a peaceful and enjoyable afternoon together without some drama-filled disaster?
Sigh… Because right now, she needs us. Our responses to the LMAs that she inflicts are an investment into her life, her heart, her soul. She was created in the image of God for a beautiful purpose…and she was dealt a hand so far that’s as shitty as the pool.
These problems are so nothing in light of eternity or in light of a little girl’s soul. May God grant us all His perspective, that it may humble us and focus us and guide us to the things that truly matter.
And may more turds in the pool just be Baby Ruths… 😉