When the boys were little it was
decided that Mommy would be the one to change their diapers. Now, before anyone goes all ultra feminist on
me thinking that I’m some male chauvinist leaving the shitty work to the wife,
it was a decision Char made after I attempted to change my first diaper. It was at that moment she decided cleaning
one mess was easier than cleaning two. I
have a very weak stomach; sue me.
You may think I am joking, but I
assure I am not. While babysitting one
child who had the guts to go in his diaper when no one else was around, it
literally took me twenty minutes to change his diaper. I strapped him to the changing table and then
had to take several deep breaths to gain the courage to loosen one of the
straps holding the explosion in place.
It took another several deep breaths before I could go and peel the tape
back on the other side. They really should
provide gas masks in nurseries for volunteers.
Or hazmat suits.
The same philosophy holds true
with life. One can only tolerate so much
crap before a change must be initiated.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s a career, a relationship, or a residence. A person should only have to put up with so
much before they make a change for a fresh start and clean beginning, hopefully
before the stench of a current situation settles in for good.
Now, I’m not one to readily toss
out something that could easily be repaired.
Neither was Brian. When his
daughter’s diapers lost those tape straps on the side that hold it up, he
grabbed the ever faithful duct tape and did a wrap around bandage that saved
the day. No need to toss it into the
diaper pail just yet. However, even
after the repair a change was necessary within a couple of hours. Duct tape can only do so much, after all.
Sometimes things can be
repaired. A conversation can hold a
relationship together. Some plumber’s
tape keeps the house from flooding. A promotion
gives you hope to hold onto the career a little longer. Things seem better and so you keep going, and
hopefully, it stays better and life gets easier. However, when the smell of bullshit
overshadows the aroma of tradition, it’s time for a change no matter how hard
that change may be.
Like with the diapers, there are
times I don’t have the stomach for it. I
want to try and ignore it and pray things will just work out, that the stench
will go away or at least be covered by Fabreeze and life can go on as it always
has. Yet, sooner or later the baby has
to be laid down and the diaper taken off and replaced. For the sake of a teenager who seems to be
heading down the wrong path, you may need to change where you live. If the job is heading nowhere and taking a
toll on your family and health, a career change could be a great
prescription. If a friendship has turned
toxic, then it’s time to remove the hazardous waste before the effects cause
irreparable harm. Change. Sometimes it just has to happen, whether you
want to do it or not.
As a child cannot reside in a
dirty diaper, you cannot remain in a bad situation. Sometimes you have to do what’s best for you
in order to have a healthier journey through life. Make the changes you need to today and smell
how much sweeter the air is.
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