Miracles of the Mom Purse

The purse of a Mom can often be a bag full of miracle working surprises.
For example; A plastic baggy, half filled with stale gold-fishies can calm the tyrannical, hysterical toddler in the back seat of the car. Three teeny dinosaurs, pulled from the depths of the bag can entertain the impatient, fidgety child during church meetings. A clean, fresh diaper uncovered from a zippered compartment can save "the rest of us" from the stench, and the child from the discomfort, of POOP.

Ah, but sometimes a miracle worker the purse of a Mom is not.

Sometimes inside the inner corridors of the "mom-purse," danger lurks quietly in the dark. We reach our hands in frantically searching for, hoping for, a miracle. But instead we pull out a once-upon-a-time miracle turned landmine. Landmines such as, the forgotten soiled and smelly diaper, the rotten bag of  fermented apple slices now nearing a liquid state, the tissue encrusted with month old kiddy boogers, or the icky-sticky stick of a tootsie-pop. These items that once served as our miracle workers, have come back to haunt us from the deep abyss of the bag.

On Tuesday I experienced a very rare "mom-purse" miracle gone super wrong. We were driving in the car, I was rummaging through a pocket of my purse for something, when suddenly I felt something thick and wet begin to cover my fingers.

"What the heck?" I gasped as I pulled out my hand. My fingers were covered in slimy, gooey, orangey-yellowy...egg yolk. I was confused so I shoved my hand back the pocket to investigate further. More egg yolk. Egg shell. More egg shell.

Disbelief. An egg? How?

Then the memory began to resurface. Weeks ago I put the chickens away after returning home one evening. I found the tiny everyday miracle our bantam silkie had left for us in the coop, a little egg. My hands were full with other items to take into the house, so I placed the egg in a front pocket of my purse for safe keeping untill I got to the kitchen. And then I promptly forgot that I had put it there, and went on with my life. Until this past Tuesday morning rolled around, and I stuck my hand into the landmine of that innocent little egg.