Diaper Day

This morning Luke peed all over his jammies, so he spent an hour or so in his diaper and was just too cute in the mirror. He used to cry when he saw himself in the mirror. Now he smiles and laughs. The collage is something I made in class last night. I only really had pictures of Luke on my flashdrive (I'm pretty much your typical mother that way-dragging out pictures of my kid if anyone asks how he's doing), so this is what I came up with.

Today I have to wash diapers. I don't have to wash them by hand - I have a washing machine. But washing diapers is still some work for me. I don't often think about how much work it is though, since it's just part of life. It's funny how we get used to things...even things we never expected to be doing.

I never expected to be a stay-at-home mom. I never really thought I'd be a mom, I guess. But here we are, and I am not just "used" to it, I am thriving at it. I certainly never expected to be cleaning dirty diapers, spending a large part of my day wiping up poop, snot and spit up. But I am very happy to do it.

I've been thinking a lot about how MUCH we have. We have clothes and food and a beautiful home and family nearby and clean vehicles to get us to and from work and the grocery store. We have money which we often say is just barely enough, but it's so much more than a large percentage of the world has.

It's hard to complain about housework for this very reason. In fact, I am beginning to see that I should feel grateful for these chores. I am thankful that I have a floor to mop. I am thankful that I have dirty dishes from a bountiful meal. I am thankful that I have diapers to clean and water to clean them in.