A little background from Wikipedia (the font of all knowledge) in case you are not familiar with the classic old sci-fi film Invasion of the Body Snatchers. In it “the townspeople of a remote village are being replaced by perfect physical duplicates grown from giant plant-like pods. The Pod People are indistinguishable from normal people, except for their utter lack of emotion. The Pod People work together to secretly spread more pods — which grew from seeds drifting through space for years — in order to replace the entire human race.” And now with that premise established, on with my blog…
Prior to having a child I’d heard rumors of parents who’d alienated their friends with excessive descriptions of their child’s toilet habits. Now, it seems, I am one of those parents. It sneaks up on you slowly, and it is our self-respect and shame not our emotions the pods steal. I’d taken 6 weeks off to help out at home during those first mad sleep-deprived weeks after our little girl’s birth. Upon returning to work is when it first happens. You find yourself at the water cooler making idle conversation with your coworkers… and then unbidden it slips out… a joke about the toxic sludge you found in your tiny baby’s little diaper the night before. Some brain chemical change that kicks in upon your child’s birth (or is the pod?) prevents us from seeing the horrified awkward glances the non-parents in our midst exchange.
So here we are now, two years later, and just a moment ago I could not have been more proud of what my darling little girl left in the bottom of her little potty, and clearly I feel compelled to share it with you now. The ceremonial parade to the bathroom to flush said deposit may easily match the fanfare of Prince William and Kate Middleton’s impending nuptials. Potty training started last weekend, and even though she caught a tummy bug on day 1 (what horrible timing) she’s a trooper and has done an amazing job. I’ll spare you more details… just this once. Dear friends, fear not, the pods will release us one day and we’ll return to normal again, though probably much more understanding of new parents on planes, in restaurants and during disgusting water cooler talk.
Am I alone… or have you observed or even experienced this phenomenon yourself?