Whisper

I'm joining in on Kate Motaung's 'Five Minute Friday'.
The rules are pretty simple. One word. Five minutes of writing. No editing.



Sometimes it happens in the middle of the night.
Sometimes it's early early in the morning.
Those moments where I really really just want to sleep.
It comes though.
It happens.
Sometimes in the late of night instinct kicks in and there at the side of the bed it awaits you.
Two eyes.
These beautiful eyes.
But there is a sadness in them.
Shame.
Maybe scared.
Cold.
And then it happens.
The little boy who those two eyes belong to whispers.

I peed my bed.

It's so easy to make this moment sound to mystical.
But in the dead of night... Errghhh.... it's so frustrating.

Pulling yourself out of bed and stripping down Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle sheets.
Throwing them in the washer.
Showering and changing a child.

OR the reality of throwing a sheet over the wet spot wrapping your child up in fresh clothes and having them snuggle with you.

... sometimes only to later wake up in your own bed being soaked by said little snuggler.

It's that whisper though. That moment of choosing do I get mad and frustrated or do I embrace the moment and go with it. I've gone down both paths and I wish so wholeheartedly that I would choose to embrace the moment of that whisper.