The Lesson in Public Urination
I stood in line at the local cafe waiting to order a milkshake and wondering if anyone could smell my pee-soaked pants.
It wasn’t my fault, mind you. Someone else made me laugh and someone else was jumping on my bladder. And regardless of pee-soaked pants, sometimes a girl just needs a milkshake. Especially a girl in her sixth month of pregnancy in the middle of the summer.
Pee pants be forgotten in the pursuit of blended dairy—or something like that.
And if we’re being totally honest—as this website encourages us to do—this wasn’t the only time or the first time this happened to me. It was possibly the first time it happened on that particular street corner, but I was gaining a bit of a reputation for peeing on sidewalks by this point in my first pregnancy.
You see, a thing happens when one is pregnant. I’m not sure if you’ve ever thought about it, but an entire human sprouts from seed to person within your body cavity. It’s truly miraculous and altogether remarkable that when you birth a baby, you do in fact birth a human. Those sweet little fresh nuggets you see in tiny strollers were just, but a moment or two before, living in someone’s body.
They were rolling, bouncing, stretching, swallowing, and blinking. On the inside. And then, on the outside. They emerge as if it was no big deal and start upon the very life journey you are already experiencing. Like I said, it’s positively miraculous.
But when said little cuties are living within, it makes very little room for all of the organs that once resided in their proper and right places—like your bladder—which causes things like unintentional public urination.
Public urination was not really my thing until 2016. (And it’s only my thing this year because I’m pregnant again. Just to be clear.) I’m far too proper for such unruly behaviors.
You see, my husband often tells me to “lighten up” or not to “take things so seriously.” And he’s right; my natural inclination is to overthink and to give most things more weight than they deserve. I think words matter, beliefs should be taken seriously, and that I should not be teased unless I’m in a particular mood and it’s a rainy Tuesday. Most of the time, I’m not in that mood and it’s not a rainy Tuesday. And yet, he lovingly tries to help me see the humor in things, the levity in life.
It was my—well, let’s call it what it was—”pee problem” that taught me one of my biggest lessons in motherhood and, consequently, life. It taught me that I’m not really in control of things and sometimes the best and right thing to do is to laugh. Like when wet pants in the milkshake line turns into blowout diapers in the back of the car turns into a toddler who slyly cocks her head to the side and offers a delightful, “Uh-oh!” after purposely throwing her dinner on the ground.
I just have to laugh.
(Okay full disclosure: I also remind her that we may not throw our food on the ground, but I laugh after she goes to bed. So, I’m improving.)
There are heavy, serious, hard things in life. We all know that. But how often do we take a tiny thing and make it the thing? As if we can never recover from a disappointment, never overcome a challenge, or never wash those pants when we get home? Isn’t it so much more freeing to embrace the moment of teaching and chuckle? To see that life will go on, that you are not stuck in one moment forever, and that waiting for the milkshake will make the walk home more enjoyable?
Shouldn’t we try to laugh?
I’m a mom—so I now know everything—and I think so.
Maybe you haven’t stood in line praying that no one notices your entire pant leg is wet, but I bet you know a humbling experience when it smacks you in the face, kicks you in the bum, or jumps upon your bladder.
Because this is life, my friend. We’ve had those moments and we will continue to have them. We’re all going to be learning, growing, and changing alongside one another for quite awhile. Let’s start laughing together.