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© 2017 by Latanya Muhammad with WIX. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and/ or written permission from the website's author and/or owner is prohibited.  Material may be used, provided full and clear credit is given to Latanya Muhammad with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

The magic of bathrooms

October 30, 2017

I am not sure what it is about a bathroom that makes children believe you have disappeared into another world.  What I am sure of are my children camping out on the other side of the door.  I know this because I hear them.  Everything from my son questioning what is taking me so long to my daughter serenading me about building a snowman.  I like to believe my children miss me, but when I finally emerge, they are no longer interested in me being present. 

 

I am pretty much the enforcer.  The thought: “Mom is out of the bathroom and order can now be restored.”  I would think to myself, “I’m not doing anything special in here.  I just want to eat this candy bar without having to share.”  Selfish I know, but necessary.  See, for all of my wondering, as to whether or not my children think I have gone into another universe, I have finally started to see the bathroom as this mythical place for grown-ups as they do.  It is another world.  One that provides a few minutes of peace between extreme highs and insanity.  The bathroom is my “woosah” space.  It’s my decompression room.  It’s my moment, with the help of candy, to reflect. 

 

Sometimes as an introvert, you need time to reenergize.  ALONE.  And as parents, who sometimes get caught up in the day-to-day routine, we do not always allow ourselves that opportunity.  The bathroom is my chance to breathe in and out without having to manage whose turn it is on the phone, or which movie we’re going to watch, or why they can’t share a huge bowl of chips (like, come on, it’s only two of you).  I know the bathroom may not be the ideal place for many people, but until I have a solid babysitter, or at least my oldest is capable of staying home to watch his little sister, the bathroom will be my escape.  Here’s to locked doors and candy bars.  They're saving lives.

 

 

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Latanya Muhammad is an educator, group facilitator, and 100% a wife and mom.  If you would like to read more of her posts visit www.shetanagain.com.  And if you want to weigh in on the action?  Feel free to direct all feedback and inquiries to tanshineslight@gmail.com.  See ya'!

 

 

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