Get Back on that Horse.

I have no pictures from the first day of school.  I was called down in an “emergency” …. One of my children played too hard.  They played so hard that they forgot to stop and take a potty break. 

By the time I got there with a change of shorts and underwear… that child was a “hot mess.”  Pants, underwear, socks, and even shoes were soaked.  (We needed to get new shoes tonight.)  I’m not going to name this child because – the truth is – it could have been either of them.  It could be any child.  I'm also sure this was the big conversation of Preschool.

Going somewhere new is so hard.  Everyone is new. The rules are new. The expectations are new.  When I got there… my child was crying a hysterical cry … “I want to go home.”

“I want to go home.”  I said those same words about 20 couple years ago.

I was in the 4th grade and went to a local church camp.  The last night was this big dinner – parents and everyone came.  Before we went down – our counselor asked us if we needed to use the bathroom.  Of course I didn’t.  Half way through the meal – I did.  I told my counselor and she didn’t believe me.  She said to hold it.  I couldn’t.  I was 10 years old and peed myself during a huge banquet… and sat quiet, using my feet to try to contain the puddle under my chair.

When we were finally able to leave the banquet – I ran to the bathroom and soaked my entire skirt – so the whole thing looked wet – not just the backside.

I don’t think I fooled anyone.  And I never went back to that camp.  I remember telling my mom, “I just want to go home.”

Ps…. Prior to this post – I could count the number of people who knew this story on 1 hand.

I’m so proud of my kids.  I know they are not yet 3 and will probably never remember this incident.  But… my child changed their clothes and went back to play.  My child is going back to Preschool tomorrow – despite being the “kid who peed their pants.”  I couldn’t be prouder.  Way to get back on that horse.  You are my role model.