“Oh, the surprises that come, when parenting a human is no longer a cute idea.”
For anybody’s who’s been in the business of raising littles, these wise words of mommy blogger Jess Johnston ring painfully true.
And nobody could agree more than Clint Edwards, a dad who’s built his base of loyal fans from admittedly having NO idea what he’s doing when it comes to the skillful art of child-rearing. On his Facebook page, No Idea What I’m Doing: A Daddy Blog, Clint regularly takes readers through his uniquely wild ride of fatherhood marked by trial and error…and trial.
His most recent parenting saga paints an all-too-relatable picture of being knee-deep in crap (literally) with his 3-year-old daughter, Aspen. With a shovel, a Band-aid and a dose of humorous bravery, Clint handles his poopy lil’ princess like a champ…and leaves us with a nugget of parental wisdom that you simply can’t afford to miss:
“Norah (age 7. Not pictured) found some dog poop in the front yard. In the time it took me to walk to the backyard for a shovel, Aspen (age 3) grabbed the poop and smeared it on her sister.
I didn’t teach her to do that. I want to get this across right now, because I’m not taking credit for my child’s poop handling. She figured that out herself.
Norah ran into the house crying, Aspen chasing her, me following the two with a shovel like some sort of a gravedigger, not sure exactly what happened during the five seconds I was in the backyard, but confident it had something to do with dog poop.
It all came to light quickly, however, when Aspen turned to me with her poop hands, and as I dropped the shovel so I could keep this little turd handler from touching me too, she fell and cut her knee.
As you can see from the picture, she cried long and hard like she’d been caught in a bear trap, poop hands out for me to hold her.
Suddenly I was faced with a decision. Leave her on the ground and forget that I have a daughter. Or pick her up and comfort her, all while most likely getting dog poop on me.
