By Q.J. Brown
Bathrooms aren’t just for reading they’re for hiding too! Or at least I used to think so. As a single mom of an only child, there were times when my son was a toddler that I just needed a moment to myself. After the playing, the napping, and the “whatever else I could think of” to enrich my son’s day, there were times when I was exhausted and just needed a moment to regroup. It was during that time that I would look for a way to escape! Because I was always fearful of my son accidentally locking himself in a room, I replaced almost all of the doors in our small two-bedroom apartment with knobs that didn’t lock. The only exception was the bathroom. In my limited thinking I came to the conclusion that although my son was “my shadow” and would follow me into the living room, the bedroom and wherever else I seemed to go, he surely wouldn’t follow me into the bathroom. After all, I thought he understood like others do, that the bathroom is for taking baths and other private affairs. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Although I usually just needed a few minutes to relax, it never failed that whenever I closed the bathroom door he would immediately start to ask “what I was doing” and if he could come in. Thinking back to those times, I have to smile. Even then, the moments brought a smile to my face although I never relented and just replied that I would be out in moments. Now that my son is a teenager, I no longer have to look for such opportunities. Because now, since I want more of his time, he seems to be the one that is hiding from me.
Q. J. Brown is a freelance writer who is enjoying and somehow surviving the ups and downs of being a single mom of a teenage son. Her hobbies include singing, sewing, and chocolate chip cookie eating. When she is not indulging in her hobbies, especially the last, she is actively pursuing a higher learning degree in the school of life.
1 Comment
October 17, 2007 at 5:30 am
I’m not looking forward to that happening with my child! I completely understand about the bathroom…at one time when my child was a baby and I was adjusting to motherhood, I called my mom crying because I couldn’t even go to the bathroom by myself. I adjusted of course, and have fond memories of when my child was a toddler too.