Happy Diapers?

Diapers.

I know, I know. This is supposed to be a happy blog, and nobody is ever really happy about diapers.

This is different.

My daughter, Caitlin has not used a diaper in a week now. I’m proud of her being potty trained before her third birthday. Even better though, is the fact that I no longer have to change diapers.

It may sound a little selfish, but my oldest child is turning eleven this year, and I have been changing diapers for the better part of those eleven years. I have five children. Brennan is ten, Daniel is eight, Cameron is seven, Madison is five, and Caitlin is two.

There are twinges of disappointment over the fact that I no longer have any little babies, and they do grow much faster than we ever want them to. But at the same time, I only have 16 years to go until it’s just me and my wife. Those years are going to go by way too quickly, and it will be difficult to say the least to spend 10 plus years watching my babies move out.

There is more unconditional love in my house every day than some people will have all their lives.

This is why I bust my butt at school every day. I owe them. For what they freely give me, I owe them. For what they teach me about myself and my life, I owe them.

Though there are moments when I can’t wait for my wife and I to have our own time I know that it, in some ways is not far enough away, and that I may never truly be ready for it.

So for now I will simply be happy with no more diapers.