Boy Passes After Putting Blue Stain In Carpet. 14 Years Later Mom Floored By Real Meaning

FAMILY by Kristin Danley 6/4/2018

Being a mom means you’re pulled in a million different directions while cleaning up a gazillion messes. Kissable sticky faces, spilled apple juice, an endless stream of laundry — it all seems to pile up.

Some days you’re lucky enough to squeeze in a shower, let alone make an attempt to pick up and clean the house. Add in that Lego or Hot Wheels car you just painfully stepped on or the lipstick smudges you discovered on your bedspread and some days you want to lock yourself in the bathroom for just one minute.


Devoted mom Heather Duckworth fully understands those feelings. But she wants other moms to hear her story and to remind themselves to not become so absorbed in the day-to-day trials and tribulations, but to strive to find the joy among the messes.

Heather shared her special story in a Facebook post she entitled ”The Blue Stain” that has since gone viral. She was scrubbing up a gooey puddle of sticky slime that her little girl had accidentally let ooze through her fingers and fall to the floor when it hit her…

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While her daughter had tried to clean up most of it, Heather felt she had to scrub the grout where the slime had clung to. As she became irritated with the mess, she paused, because she knew all too well that she couldn’t focus on this one little thing and let it consume her.

Fourteen years ago, it was bedtime. As the mom of two-year-old triplets and a four-year-old big brother, life was a whirlwind of diapers, messes, hugs, naps, playtime, smooches, and more.

Every single minute, she was chasing after and caring for the kids. But she wouldn’t change her life for the world.

“My hands were full, but so was my heart.”

The boys had finished up dinner and baths, and were picking up the playroom before tumbling into bed. They were dancing and singing to music playing on the radio to help make cleaning up more fun — it was the last time things would be this crazy-fun-normal for a long time.

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That’s when Heather discovered it. The big blue stain.

One of her toddler triplets was clutching a pen that exploded and sprayed ink everywhere — all over the carpet, his pajamas, himself. Heather was exhausted, she was frustrated, and she let her emotions take over.

“I instantly felt so upset as I grabbed my son and took him to the bathroom to clean him up and my husband started scrubbing those bright blue stains on our carpet. Tears of frustration stung my eyes. I was just so tired. And mad. Like really, really angry. I wasn’t mad at my son – who was as blue as a Smurf – but upset with myself for leaving that pen out where my toddler could reach it. We had only lived in this house for six months and now the carpet was completely ruined. We scrubbed that stain for an hour that night, but yet it remained.”

Even the professional cleaners could not get that carpet stain out. Every time she walked by it, the stain made her emotions boil up all over again.

“It made me feel angry and it made me feel like such a failure for leaving out the pen where my young son could reach it. That blue stain was just a big fat negative in my life. I hated it.”

The stain taunted her daily, a reminder of what had happened. Until one day, the stain no longer was of importance.

The following month, the little boy who looked like a Smurf after spraying blue ink all over the carpet was diagnosed with cancer. Two painful and sorrowful years later, he passed.

He was gone, but the blue ink stain remained…

“It was still there . . . and now . . . it was a constant reminder of my son. It was a constant reminder of my frustration over something so trivial . . . something so unimportant in the scheme of life.
That blue stain was a constant reminder that life is messy, but that’s what makes it worth living. A constant reminder to not sweat the small stuff. A constant reminder that ‘things’ aren’t important, but people are. A constant reminder that accidents happen. A constant reminder to let go of the little things and hang on tight to what is important.”

That stubborn stain never faded, so Heather hid it under furniture. Every time she cleaned and uncovered it, “it would take my breath away,” a reminder of the loss of the little boy who made that very mess.

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Heather wants to impress upon other moms that there will always be spills, random Goldfish crackers scattered everywhere, mountains of laundry, a pile of dirty dishes, fingerprints everywhere, and blue ink stains on carpet. But those messes are made by the most beautiful creatures God has ever created and has entrusted to our care.

She said they are “a blessing in disguise” and she would have “a million blue ink stains on my carpet if it meant I could have one more day with my son.”

So as Heather scrubbed the slime out of the grout, she reminded herself of the times where she cradled her sick child in the hospital, instead wishing she was home cleaning up a mess that he was instead healthy enough to make. Heather encourages all parents to find the “bless in this mess” and focus on what is important in life.

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