Prudy Mamma

When did I become such a prude? Lily, my two-year-old, lives to pee outside. She is like a Chihuahua, she will pee anywhere. Gopher holes, parking lot green spaces, outdoor music festivals, dried river beds, neighbor's flower gardens. At a recent birthday party she went right in the middle of a hula-hoop! A bright purple hula-hoop is a perfect pee target for a 2-year-old with a fetish for public urination. My husband is very proud of his little pee'er. Upon returning from his Daddy-daughter hikes he proudly states, " Lily just pee'ed in the back of the toy dump-truck, what an aim!" It is times like these where I quietly think to myself, "this is a dad of two little girls looking for testosterone anywhere he can find it". Not only is dad o.k. with our little public pee'er, he is as proud of her as can be. I however, am not. When did I become such a prude? As an outdoor educati0n instructor for over 15 years, I have pee'ed in the most majestic of places. From the sand dunes of Mexico, to the Canyons of Utah, and the Glacier's of Alaska...I have marked them all. Grand Canyon, Rocky Mountains, Sea of Cortez, Magdalena Bay, Prince William Sound, Chugach Mountains,...the list goes on. I lived to pee outside. As my genetic offspring, so should she. However, somewhere in the back of my brain is my china collecting, tea-tottering, Dublin raised, mother giving me the holy ' I raised you to be a lady' stink-eye. It seems the 'stink-eye' is a genetic trait too. It manifests itself when my Lily starts taking aim over the dog-food bowl. For now I am letting go of my prudy public pee-ing attitude, and letting her relieve herself wherever she is so inspired. However, tomorrow we are going camping. I draw the line at campfires...sorry Ken, that is one tradition you will have to continue with your nephews.

~moms the word