Last night my husband and I went out to my favorite restaurant where we ordered awesome food and then walked in the park for our 14th wedding anniversary. The most romantic part came at the end of the night.
You see, after we came home, I found my son Cal had spread his doody everywhere. I was annoyed and feeling hopeless after the clean-up.My husband and I sat on our bed and discussed doody. My husband said the doody was perfect. I thought hard to think of reasons why the doody was perfect.
The doody is perfect because I know what to do. I know what to do to help Cal with his stomach and helping him keep clean after he makes a doody. We have had many discussions with experts about how to deal with Cal’s doody doings.The only thing which has really helped him not mess with his doody, is changing his diet. I know that. I’ve known that for a long time. What is more clear now is that I really do know what to do with Cal. I don’t need to follow what I believe other people say is right or wrong — as Cal’s Mom, I’m an expert in Cal.
My husband and I discussed how as parents we don’t need to know everything, we just need to be experts in Cal(which we are more than anyone else besides Cal). My husband’s eyes turned sweet and happy and he said how happy he was to be married to me. We are really good friends and can even get closer by having a deep discussion about doody. So thank you, doody, for teaching me to trust myself.