So I was Facebook stalking the prom pictures of some teens I know. There they were, so bright, so young, their lives stretched in front of them with shining possibility. I was pulled away from examining one sweet couple by a yell from the bathroom.
"Moooooom! I go pooooooooo poo!" It was Xander. Fully potty trained now, but still unable to wipe his own little bottom. I put my computer down, and went to help him.
"Mom!" he greeted me cheerily when I entered the bathroom, "I made a big poo poo!" He was sitting on the frog potty, leaning his elbows on his knees, little pot belly squished up against his alligator pajamas.
"Uh huh," I responded, kneeling down so he could lean himself over my lap. After I cleaned him off, Xander bounced back up to inspect.
"Oooo I not make big poo poo. I made little poo poo! And pee pee." I poured the contents into the toilet. "Mommy, can I fwush it?"
"Yes, honey." He was a little puppy, irrepressibly cheerful and interested.
I sat down myself on the toilet. "Mommy, you making a poo poo?"
That's when my mind flashed to the 17 year old me, posing for my prom pics, my future path strewn with diamonds and glamour. Yup, this life was slightly more mundane than I had imagined then. But the sweet moments are sweeter, and the fulfillment I get from caring for my family greater than I could have known at 17. This is my life. And I love it.