Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Poop

I have two university degrees. I'm not bragging here, just stating facts.
 
I was, in fact, in the early stages of a masters degree when I decided to postpone my studies in order to nurture the miracle of new life growing in my womb. (Doesn't that sound much more glamorous than 22 weeks of constant puking forced me to quit?)

 

In spite of my diverse educational and professional achievements, I seem to have spent the last nine years discussing poo. 

And not even in a good way! Yes, there is a good way - In the zoological and palaeontological world faeces can be a significant finding and provide important information. So, in my world, that sort o' shit's fascinating! See what I did there?
 

But no, my days have been spent stressing over frequency, consistency, colour, content, the need to, the urgent need to, and the continual cleaning up of said faecal matter. And none of that's even mine!
 

Now, I know that this is part and parcel of motherhood and that once I'm out of the trenches of early mothering and get to rediscover the long lost part of me that is capable of meaningful conversation and critical thinking I know these days will be a distant and, I'm told, fond memory. 

I guess I just never realised that poop would take up SO much of my time.
 

Needless to say, it was with great delight that I saw on social media recently that one of my former students was reminiscing about a song I had taught her - let's just go with - 'several' years ago. 

My faecally-centred brain was overjoyed to realise that I had actually achieved something important in my previous professional life. (Which often feels like a  completely separate life to the incredible, earth-shatteringly glorious achievement of creating life and attempting raising the best possible human beings I can. Goes without saying.)
 

It made me think that even if my only professional achievement is teaching one student the lyrics of one song - concerning the structure of Deoxyribonucleic Acid, no less - then I have achieved something pretty incredible. 

So, thank you, Juliet, not only for remembering our silly little jingle, but for sharing it and making this Mum's day week month year heck, let's just go with decade!

Are you a Stay at Home Mum? What did you do in your previous life?

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