Ephesians Chapter 4
By Mildred Olson
Fort Smith, Arkansas 1954
I first met Susan back in 1954. At that time she had a large chubby baby named Marty, who was in diapers and rubber pants that year. Marty was under two at the time, and always did his business in his britches, usually when Susan and I were in the living room having coffee and a Bible Study.
One morning we were studying the book of Ephesians chapter 4, discussing how we should walk with the Lord, when suddenly I began to smell the tattletale odor of poop. Her son Marty, who was around 13 months old at the time, had come over to show me a toy he was chewing on. As he handed me the toy all covered in slobber, I detected a strong, pungent odor of poop that was wafting up from his behind.
“Susan, I think I smell something.” I said, playfully fanning my nose so she understood what I meant.
Susan blushed and turned a deep shade of red. She always got so embarrassed when Marty dirtied his pants while we were having our Bible study. It never failed. Marty always filled his britches when we had our Bible study. Susan used that phrase all the time back in 1954. She would always say, “Somebody filled their britches” when the smell of poop wafted through her living room. We would both blush and giggle whenever she said that.
As I playfully fanned my nose and talked about the smell, Susan lifted Marty up and pulled back the waistband of his rubber pants and peered into the back of his cloth diaper.
“Uh, oh,” She playfully said, looking down the back of his pants. “Somebody just filled their britches. Shooo-wee!”
I couldn’t help but smile as I watched Susan pull back her son’s diaper and check for poop. She would always peek in his pants whenever she suspected that Marty had filled his britches. I must have watched her dozens of times pulling open the back of his britches when we smelled an odor in the room. Susan always liked to confirm her suspicions with a quick peek into the back of his pants to check for poop. She was always checking for poop.
We both smiled motherly smiles as Susan put Marty back down on the floor, sitting in his poopy diaper and went to the nursery to get everything to change him in the living room. In those days, Susan always changed Marty right there in the living room, usually on the living room floor as I smiled and watched.
When she came back into the living room with clean diapers, rubber pants, baby powder and a washcloth for his poopy bottom, Susan blushed and apologized for the smell of poop that now filled her small living room. It smelled like a stockyard.
I smiled and told her that I didn’t mind the odor. After raising and diapering five children, I was very familiar with the smell of a freshly pooped diaper. We have all been in diapers at one time or another in our lives, messing our pants in front of our mommies and other people. It was a natural part of life.
As Susan began removing her son’s rubber pants, she was playfully wrinkling up her nose and gently teasing him.
“Shooo-wee! Somebody sure is a stinkin. Shoooo! Goodness gracious. I know what Marty just did. He stinks! Yeah, I think somebody just messed their britches for mommy. Oh shooo! Hims a stinkin. Yeah, somebody filled their pants.”
After unpinning both sides of his diaper, and laying the blue diaper pins aside, Susan lifted his legs in the air and brought the front of the cloth diaper down, wiping a huge mess of brown poop off of his chubby bottom. Oh his fat bottom was so poopy!
“Somebody had broccoli this morning.” She said, blushing and giggling, as she wiped his poopy bottom with a washcloth.
“He always does a big job in his pants when I feed him broccoli.” She said. “He always stinks up the house too.”
Of course at his age, Marty was too young to know that he had just pooped his pants in the living room and that now his mother was changing his poopy diaper in front of me. Marty was happy and content to lay there on the floor, blowing spit bubbles and jabbering as his mother lovingly wiped his poopy bottom.
After her son’s bottom was clean again, Susan took two cloth diapers and folded them together to make an extra thick, double diaper for his chubby bottom. Marty began to jabber and flap his arms in excitement as his mother lifted his legs and slipped the thick cotton diaper under his backside. Even at his age, Marty knew his mother was about to powder his bottom.
“He loves his bottom powdered.” Susan said, reaching for the canister of Johnson’s Baby Powder sitting next to the pair of rubber pants and blue diaper pins.
Marty could hardly contain his excitement as his mother gently pulled his legs back, lifting up his chubby bottom, and slowly dusted him with baby powder. He cooed and jabbered, and made loving eyes at his mommy as she smiled back at him.
“Goodness. What’s mommy doing? Is she powdering the baby? Yeah, babies need their bottoms powdered, don’t they? Yes they do! Hims made stinky pants for mommy. Yes hims did. Babies need their bottoms powdered when they fill their pants.”
After her son was thoroughly powdered with baby powder, Susan pulled the thick cloth diaper up between his legs, snuggly pulling the ends of the diaper together, and carefully pushed the pretty blue diaper pins through the thick cotton fabric.
With the smell of poop and baby powder still wafting through the living room, Susan finished diapering her son, and he crawled off to find another toy in his fresh diapers and rubber pants.
That tattletale smell of poop and baby powder that hung in the air after his poopy diaper change had reminded me of our Bible study lesson on Ephesians chapter 4. Susan had changed her son’s poopy pants, the way God changes our lives: with loving kindness and gentle compassion. THE END.