It was lunchtime at the daycare and I was trying to get the kids into the dining room. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed one of the girls fascinated by something on the floor. She was poking at it and squishing it in her fingers. I asked her what it was and she said, “Chicken poop.” I told her it looked a little bit too big to be chicken poop. “Oh,” she said holding it closer to her face, “then it’s kid poop.” It sure was.
I picked her up fast and washed her hands before she could stick her fingers in her mouth. As I was washing her hands for the third time, she told me whose poop she thought it was and then she said “its okay. He’s like me. I poop too.” Inspired by her inclusive and non-judgmental attitude I said, “that’s right, everyone poops. I poop too.” She stared at me for a second and asked “But do you poop on the floor?” No. I guess I don’t.
After she was clean, I decided to go check on the possible culprit. He was sitting on the floor smashing two tractors into each other. I asked him if he had poop in his diaper. He nodded his head and kept on smashing. He seemed pretty indifferent about his poo filled diaper. I took this as a good sign. If he didn’t care, then maybe it wasn’t that bad. I was wrong.
There was so much poop in that diaper that for a moment I just stood there staring at it. I looked at the boy and then at the poop and then back at the boy. It just didn’t seem possible. I finally snapped out of it, and began to change my first diaper ever. I didn’t really know what I was doing. I mean, I got it in theory – take off the dirty diaper, clean the kid off, put on a clean diaper. It’s just that there are some in between steps that are not explained in that theory. I had seen regular pee diapers changed on the changing table, but this was a whole different story. I’m not even sure where I went wrong. I think it might have been how I grabbed the diaper. I underestimated its weight and it kind of flopped the other way. Poop fell all over the place. My forearms, the table, the floor. Again, I just stared at it.
Luckily the kid was in a really good mood. He was smiling at me and saying poop a lot. I cant imagine what it would have been like if he were crying.
I finally cleaned everything up and we made it to lunch. To my surprise, I had not lost my appetite. In fact, I was starving. Apparently so was the boy. He made his way through three bowls of rice and peas. I looked up at the clock and smiled. I only had five more minutes of work. He could eat as much as he wanted. The next diaper he filled would be for someone else.
Obediah had been a butterfly for most of his life. All of his life, if you asked him. He did not talk about his pre-cocoon days. The other butterflies suspected that Obediah had been a caterpillar at one time, but being that Obediah was the oldest and strongest of them all, no one dared contradict him. He had steered them through the harshest of winds and the deadliest of storms. Obediah was fearless but he was a loner and no one knew why.
Obediah had of course been a caterpillar once. A very happy one at that. As a young caterpillar, Obediah had been wild and reckless. He would eat from the biggest leaves on the farthest branches. Needless to say, he was a success with the ladies and all the other caterpillars looked up to him. One afternoon, on the leaves of a giant sunflower, Obediah saw Gabrielle and he fell in love at once. Gabrielle was the most beautiful caterpillar Obediah had ever seen. They had fun together and Obediah made her laugh all the time. Obediah was the happiest he had been his whole life. He thought that Gabrielle was too.
Gabrielle loved Obediah but she wanted more. Gabrielle had seen her friends and family make their cocoons and become butterflies. Once they turned, even though she was a gorgeous caterpillar, they paid her no attention. The butterflies thought they were better than everyone else and Gabrielle longed to be a butterfly. She told Obediah that the only way she could really be happy was if they both became butterflies. Obediah loved his life as a caterpillar but his love for Gabrielle was stronger. They decided to make their cocoons next to each other on the underside of a well protected leaf near the bottom of the sunflower. Ten days passed. Obediah grew restless from inactivity and began to emerge from his cocoon. He saw that Gabrielle was still inside of hers. Good. He would be the first thing she saw when she came out. She would love him and they would be happy and together again. Obediah felt incredible. He spread his wings for the first time and saw their beautiful colors. He was even better looking than he had imagined. He wanted Gabrielle to see him. Obediah waited. She did not come out. He grew impatient and was growing weak with hunger. He decided to feed on some nearby flowers. They were delicious and he was gone for longer than he had planned.
When Obediah returned, Gabrielle’s cocoon was torn apart and her wings were on the ground. Her body had been eaten by a predator. Obediah was heartbroken. He had lost everything. He returned to the caterpillars who had once loved him only to be faced with their bitter rejection. He wandered the fields alone. The other butterflies noticed him and welcomed him in their group. He noticed how easily the butterflies died. It seemed like every day another member of the group fell. Obediah did his best to protect them. He was a natural leader and saved many lives. Some he could not save. Obediah decided he would not get close to anyone ever again. Gabrielle had been the love of his life and she was gone.
Obediah felt himself grow older. The wind had taken its toll on his wings and the rain had beaten his now fragile body for too long. He decided it was time for him to die. He went back to the sunflower where he had met Gabrielle. He reached their leaf only to find that underneath it were two new cocoons. Obediah was tired but he was going to stay alive until these two butterflies came out of their cocoons safely. The days passed. One afternoon, Obediah noticed movement in one of the cocoons. A young butterfly emerged. He told Obediah he was worried because his girlfriend had not come out yet. Obediah assured him that she would and Obediah would watch over her when the young butterfly went to eat. Soon after the young butterfly returned, the other cocoon began to open. The young couple was safe. They were together. They thanked Obediah for his protection and flew away. Seeing their love brought peace to Obediah. He laid down on the leaf, wrapped himself in his wings, and took his final rest.