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For those of you who have kids and cats:
The Chap Stick Story
We had this great 10 year-old cat named Jack who just recently died. Jack
was a great cat. The kids would carry him around and sit on him, and
nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and nap all day long on the
mat in our bathroom. We have 3 kids, and at the time of this story they
were 4 years old, 3 years old, and 1 year old.
The middle one is Eli. Eli really loved chap stick. LOVED it. He kept
asking to use my chap stick and then losing it.
Finally, one day I showed him where in the bathroom I kept my chap stick and
explained he could use it whenever he wanted, but he needed to put it right
back in the drawer after he finished, because I used it several times a day.
That year, on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush to try to get
ready for church with everyone crying and carrying on. My two boys were
fighting over the toy in the cereal box.
I was trying to nurse my little one at the same time I was putting on my
make-up. Everything was a mess, and everyone had long forgotten that this
was a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood.
We finally had the older one and the baby loaded in the car, and I was
looking for Eli. I had searched everywhere and I finally went into the
bathroom. There was Eli. He was applying my chap stick very carefully to
Jack's rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes and said, "Chapped..." Now
if you have a cat, you know he is right - their little bottoms do look
pretty chapped. And frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind. The only question
to ask at that point was whether it was the FIRST time Eli had done that to
the cat's behind or the hundredth?
And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever, because it reminds us that
no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little creatures, there
will always be that day when you realize... they've been using your chap
stick on the cat's butt.
The Chap Stick Story
We had this great 10 year-old cat named Jack who just recently died. Jack
was a great cat. The kids would carry him around and sit on him, and
nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and nap all day long on the
mat in our bathroom. We have 3 kids, and at the time of this story they
were 4 years old, 3 years old, and 1 year old.
The middle one is Eli. Eli really loved chap stick. LOVED it. He kept
asking to use my chap stick and then losing it.
Finally, one day I showed him where in the bathroom I kept my chap stick and
explained he could use it whenever he wanted, but he needed to put it right
back in the drawer after he finished, because I used it several times a day.
That year, on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush to try to get
ready for church with everyone crying and carrying on. My two boys were
fighting over the toy in the cereal box.
I was trying to nurse my little one at the same time I was putting on my
make-up. Everything was a mess, and everyone had long forgotten that this
was a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood.
We finally had the older one and the baby loaded in the car, and I was
looking for Eli. I had searched everywhere and I finally went into the
bathroom. There was Eli. He was applying my chap stick very carefully to
Jack's rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes and said, "Chapped..." Now
if you have a cat, you know he is right - their little bottoms do look
pretty chapped. And frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind. The only question
to ask at that point was whether it was the FIRST time Eli had done that to
the cat's behind or the hundredth?
And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever, because it reminds us that
no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little creatures, there
will always be that day when you realize... they've been using your chap
stick on the cat's butt.
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