This is for all of the Mom's out there

Got this from my sister, Happy Mothers Day all.

So, 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 a rug in our bathroom.

Well, we have three kids which, at the time of this story, were 4 years old, 3 years old and 1 year old. The middle one is Eli. Eli really loves Chapstick. LOVES it. He kept asking to use my Chapstick but he’d always lose it. So finally one day I showed him where I keep my Chapstick, and how he could use it whenever he wanted to, but he needed to put it back in the drawer when he was done.

Last year on Mother’s Day, we were in the midst of our typical rushing around and trying to get ready for church. Everyone crying and carrying on. My two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am trying to nurse my little one at the same time I am putting on my make-up. Everything is a mess and everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood.

We finally have the older one and the baby loaded in the car and I am looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere and I finally round the corner to go into the bathroom. And there was Eli. He was applying my Chapstick very carefully to Jack’s . . . rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes and said, “Chapped.”



Now. If you have a cat, you know that he is right--their little butts do look pretty chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn’t seem to mind.

But the only question to really 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 Chapstick on the cat’s butt.