That evening, she made a historic announcement:
“From this day forward, I’m not rinsing another cloth diaper. Either we switch to disposables, or the next one getting rinsed is YOU.”
My dad nodded quickly. “Yes, dear. Disposables. Absolutely.”
A New Respect for the Past
Looking back, I realize my mom was a warrior of a very messy era. She handled challenges that would make most people run screaming.
The funniest part? My friend Sara, a skeptic of my stories, tried cloth diapers herself. Two weeks later, she called sobbing:
“WHY DID NO ONE WARN ME ABOUT THE RINSING?! THE RINSING!!”
All I could do was laugh and say:
“Welcome to the trenches, soldier.”
