I always dreamed of being a mom. I knew it would not always be hugs and kisses. I knew there would be tears and voices raised. What I did not ever image was that from the moment I gave birth I would no longer get a moment of peace in the bathroom.
When they were babies the only way I could get a shower was to bring them in with me. As long as the batteries worked in the vibrating bouncing chair, I could get a quick shower in and some days even blow my hair dry.
How naive I was to think that those days would eventually end when my children got older. How foolish to think that a child who can recite all the names of the Greek Gods would remember that a closed-door means KNOCK, then wait to be invited in. How silly to think that I could actually be able to do my business in private.
I cannot remember the last time I tinkled without having to answer questions at the same time. The last time I brushed my teeth without an audience. The last time I took a shower that lasted more than 5 minutes before someone came running in to tattle tale on the other.
But today words came out of my mouth that I never ever imagined I would ever have to say, “Can I Poop in Peace PLEASE?”
I understand I am a mom and with that title certain rights are stripped away. No longer do we have the right to finish an ice cream without someone asking for a lick. No longer do we have the right to listen to what we want to listen to on the radio while driving car pool. No longer do we have the right to watch what I want to watch on TV, see the movie I want to see or even pick the restaurant I would like to eat out. And I accept this.
But I do believe that WE MOMS do have the right to use the can without being bothered! It should be included along with all our other inalienable rights for personal liberty. You know the right to bear arms, right to assemble, right to practice our religion and THE RIGHT TO POOP IN PEACE!
I suddenly have the urge to sing God Bless America!