Love is Cleaning Up Sh*t

Earlier this evening I had a good laugh about this cracked.com article about love.  It goes over different types of love and rates them:

Love is never having to say you're sorry: 1 out of 5 hearts.

Love is mind-blowing orgasms: 1 out of 5 hearts.

Love is never arguing: 1.5 out of 5 hearts.

Love is being someone's hero: 2 out of 5 hearts.

Love is cleaning up sh*t: 5 out of 5 hearts.

True enough.  If you can love someone after cleaning up their BMs, that's not going away any time soon.

Which is why I know parents of special needs children really love them.  Because for a not-small percentage of us, we face a potential lifetime of cleaning up sh*t.  And we're still there.

I've just spent a half hour cleaning it up.  I have no real expectation of that situation changing any time soon.  And it doesn't matter.  (Okay, it does but not in a way which counts.) 

This is a badge of honour.  Of a war which is fought not because of plans of victory but because it needs to be fought.  Of parents who do not give up no matter what is thrown at them. 

Because we love our children and we stand beside them.