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| Even the Vikings Couldn't Survive Phase Tweens |
Maybe
the giant – kerchunk! – sound in my head happened recently signifying the
monumental shift to PHASE TWO OF MOTHERHOOD when I found myself at Pharmaca,
our next door pharmacy, picking out two types of all natural deodorant for the
ferocious and fetid armpits of two of my three kids – pits that can literally take
down hearty, Viking Villages with their "after-a-day-at-school" stank.
Hello
hormones. Uh, welcome to the family.
It
wasn’t the ridding of all of the strollers, cribs, baby gates, wipes, diapers
of every size and sort that made the shift.
It wasn’t saying goodbye to lugging
of 3-step carseats and those omnipresent bags exploding with snacks and creams
and sippies and extra clothes for the inevitable backdoor explosion.
Or even the desertion in the school-yard -- no longer needing to cling to mommy's hand, leg, arm, neck every morning at drop-off.
No,
it was those two tubes of Tom’s all natural Pit Protector. Ker-chunk.
Thanks
Tom. Sorry Vikings. I owe you one…..
And on to Part Two.
Namaste
& Three Cheers. -OM
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