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Be a Tracy...

As most of you know, I was married prior to my marriage to Chris. My ex-husband and I have a significant age difference of 14 years, his oldest daughter is 22 and our son Cash, his youngest, is 8. Cash’s bonus mom, Tracy, has teenagers down to a 10 year old.

As we were dropping Cash off yesterday at their house, Colton was almost peeing his pants in the car, so we asked to use their bathroom and he went sprinting inside trying to avoid an accident. This incident followed by the day before where he informed me he was peeing his pants in his booster seat with zero warning. I had to pull off into a full church parking lot where we peed next to the car 🤦‍♀️. Also, several weeks ago I had to have him pee in a Polar POP cup in the car because we were locked in a traffic jam on the freeway with no way to move to find an exit for the bathroom emergency.

As I stood in the car doorway, Tracy said, “It gets better.” She was referring to parenting, my frantic and disheveled self, the pee emergency, the hopping out of the car as fast as we can in search of a toilet.

I’ve found the typical response from the mothers in our communities that are ahead of us is, “you’re going to miss this.” And sometimes that’s such a frustrating response. Like, uh no, Karen, I’m not going to miss my four year old peeing in a cup on the freeway. 🤷‍♀️

When a mom with more experience acknowledges they see you, they know your struggle, there’s something better coming, so keep pushing through all the pee, it’s encouraging. It makes you feel seen and not alone. It makes you hopeful in your moments of despair.

Young mom in the thick of toddlerhood and preschool, I see you, because I am you.

All the Karens out there, we know there’s things we are going to miss, be more of a Tracy, and let us know there’s a light at the end of all the pee.


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