Our office manager, Melanie, loved being a grandma so much, she decided to do it all over again. Ava is the sparkle in her eye, and the screensaver on her phone, and the photo on the wall by her desk. And now,for variety, she had a grandson as variety to her adored granddaughter.
Introducing Melanie’s newest grandchild…Beckett.
She’s positively smitten.
And why not…he’s handsome.
Beckett is a boy who knows himself. And he’s not shy to tell it. I respect that in a person.
He knows three things already, very clearly:
Beckett hates having a wet diaper…and he wails.
Beckett hates being changed even more than he hates having a wet diaper…and he wails even louder.
Beckett loves a dry diaper.
I like Beckett already.
‘Cuz Beckett is a lot like me. Probably like you too. He’s just more candid about the whole thing.
But I also am intimidated and even more uncomfortable with the change that is required to get out of those uncomfortable places.
But I like what happens after the change…because it gets me to better places.
So…the thing of it is, is this: Beckett’s too little to decide for himself that he’d rather stay wet than get changed. His mama and papa impose the diaper change upon him (and I suspect Grandma Melanie elbows her way in for a turn too).
They impose that change on him—with resulting increased discomfort–because they care about him…and they know that after the time of increased discomfort, he will come a better space.
Hmmmm…I gotta remember that.
Thanx Beckett…for sharing your wisdom with us all.
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