http://amyeslater.com/?p=1075 My attempt to be an authentic woman in an inauthentic world Wed, 15 Mar 2023 07:22:11 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8 hourly 1 http://amyeslater.com/?p=1075&cpage=1#comment-1015 Judy Hayburn Sat, 01 May 2010 15:38:10 +0000 http://amyeslater.com/?p=1075#comment-1015 I loved your post today. It reminded me of one Sunday morning in Kenya when you were about 12 and we had gone to a Kikuyu church for ministry. I'm sure you remember our routine. We always packed the car with plenty of water bottles, in case we broke down on one of the pothole-riddled country roads, a stash of snack foods, our trusty boom box for playing background music for you and Jen to sing, "I Have Decided", and several rolls of TP. Our highway rest stops in those days consisted of a stop along the road and finding the best bush to go behind. Our Sunday mornings would begin quite early and by the time we returned home, it was mid-afternoon. As was our custom following church, we went to the pastor's house for lunch and the only place to go potty was in an outdoor "choo", which looks like an outhouse on the outside, but has a hole in the dirt floor instead of a stool. At least it had a little wider opening than a water bottle. Manuevering in a tiny dark space dressed up in your Sunday dress and patent leather shoes was very challenging to say the least. I'll never forget the look on your face when you came out of the choo nearly in tears because you almost lost lost your shoe in the hole. However, you survived the trauma and have gone on to be a great mom and a gifted writer. I can't wait for the book you will write some day. I loved your post today. It reminded me of one Sunday morning in Kenya when you were about 12 and we had gone to a Kikuyu church for ministry. I’m sure you remember our routine. We always packed the car with plenty of water bottles, in case we broke down on one of the pothole-riddled country roads, a stash of snack foods, our trusty boom box for playing background music for you and Jen to sing, “I Have Decided”, and several rolls of TP. Our highway rest stops in those days consisted of a stop along the road and finding the best bush to go behind. Our Sunday mornings would begin quite early and by the time we returned home, it was mid-afternoon. As was our custom following church, we went to the pastor’s house for lunch and the only place to go potty was in an outdoor “choo”, which looks like an outhouse on the outside, but has a hole in the dirt floor instead of a stool. At least it had a little wider opening than a water bottle. Manuevering in a tiny dark space dressed up in your Sunday dress and patent leather shoes was very challenging to say the least. I’ll never forget the look on your face when you came out of the choo nearly in tears because you almost lost lost your shoe in the hole. However, you survived the trauma and have gone on to be a great mom and a gifted writer. I can’t wait for the book you will write some day.

]]> http://amyeslater.com/?p=1075&cpage=1#comment-1009 Amy Fri, 30 Apr 2010 15:35:11 +0000 http://amyeslater.com/?p=1075#comment-1009 Thanks, Jen. :) I was informed by some of my friends, who have boys a few years older than Jackson, that this experience was my initiation into having boys! So funny...I'm just glad Brooklyn didn't have to go! Thanks, Jen. I was informed by some of my friends, who have boys a few years older than Jackson, that this experience was my initiation into having boys! So funny…I’m just glad Brooklyn didn’t have to go!

]]> http://amyeslater.com/?p=1075&cpage=1#comment-1008 Jennifer Fri, 30 Apr 2010 15:28:31 +0000 http://amyeslater.com/?p=1075#comment-1008 I'm not a mommy, but I SO remember my dad having my brother do this when he was little. It wasn't a water bottle (no one BOUGHT water like that when I was young) but was a cup of some kind. We were late, my dad didn't want to stop, my brother really had to go, and that was the solution! Pretty sure it didn't scar either one of us, but its definitely a memory. :) I’m not a mommy, but I SO remember my dad having my brother do this when he was little. It wasn’t a water bottle (no one BOUGHT water like that when I was young) but was a cup of some kind. We were late, my dad didn’t want to stop, my brother really had to go, and that was the solution! Pretty sure it didn’t scar either one of us, but its definitely a memory.

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