I could just cry. This morning, after I woke up, I found that a miracle had happened in our home. Last night, when I went to bed, the toilet paper roll was empty in the bathroom. Sometimes, when I notice this, I don’t replace it myself in order to leave a service opportunity for one of our six children. Until this moment, no one has ever taken that opportunity. Occasionally, one of them will search out another roll of toilet paper, use what they need and leave the roll on the counter, but the roll has never been replaced entirely.
I should have known by the way I was able to sleep until after 7:30am, the way the birds were singing and the sun was shining that this was no ordinary day. I walked into the bathroom and there it was…a full toilet paper roll AND the empty one was nowhere to be seen. I was almost breathless. I knew it wasn’t Steve, as I had gone to bed after him and awoken before him. It had to be one of the children. I knew the only possibility was that it was my oldest daughter, who will turn 15 years old tomorrow.
15 years short one day into my mothering career and one of my children replaced the toilet paper without being asked.
My life will never be the same.