Friday, September 08, 2006

Twice the relief...

It's benign. No cancer, no chemo cocktails, no hospice. We've been granted a reprieve, one like we've never felt before. We can squash the memories of my father's lingering death again, ball them up and tuck them away in the dark corners of our brains. We don't have to apply them to my mother-in-law.

We can pretend that all is well with the world again. I'm very good at that you know.

But, right now, there's no need to pretend. All is indeed well.

For, of almost equal weight -- or so it seems that way! -- is the monumental achievement in the Louch house: Gavie is officially, completely, and totally potty trained!

Wow.

Believe me when I say it: wow.

I never thought that the sight of a three-year-old running for the bathroom would fill me with such delight.

It means a number of things to me, of course. First and foremost: NO MORE DIAPERS TO CHANGE! Secondly, no more diaper bag -- just an emergency bag in the car, just in case of an accident. Thirdly, my little boy is growing up.

He now wants to go potty like Daddy. No more of this diaper stuff, that's for babies! Besides, the diapers don't have neat designs on them like the briefs he now proudly wears!

No cancer and no diapers.

Wow.

1 comment:

johnstodderinexile said...

I'm glad this ended up as good news.

Miki, I found your site because you are one of the few who listed "So Big" as a favorite book. My wife just got me to read it, and I loved it. So I thought I'd pay you a visit.

Are you enjoying freelance writing? This is one of the possible career paths I'm exploring. Just curious how you're doing with it.