In 2019, Heather shared her story on Facebook under the heading “The Blue Stain”. As you read it for yourself, you quickly understand why it is pulling at so many people’s heartstrings.

Everything began as Heather was picking up some slime off the floor that her daughter had dropped. It’s then that everything became obvious to her…

Her daughter had done her best to clean up the stain left by the slime, but Heather naturally had to get in there too and help.

She was, as natural for any parent, annoyed by the situation. But as she began muttering under her breath, she suddenly remembered a different stain…

A stain from 14 years prior. At that time, Heather had of two-year old triplets as well as a four year old little boy. She did not have her daughter yet.

On this particular evening, she was struggling to get her 4 active boys into bed. With four young children in the house, life was nothing but a tornado of activity and non-stop chaos.

She spent most of the time chasing her kids — often feeling like she was facing the potential of a third world war.

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

As night drew near that evening 14 years ago, she recalled the struggle of feeding and bathing all four boys, all the while cleaning up after the usual mess.

The children had music blasting and ran around singing and dancing, full of energy as usual. This would be the last time in a while that this kind of atmosphere would prevail in the house… for several reasons.

Amidst the chaos and her struggle to get the boys in bed, she looked down at the carpet and saw a large ink-blue stain.

One of the triplets, Jacob, stood nearby, broken pen in hand — the ink had spread all over the carpet. It was also all over his pajamas, his body and more or less everything else in the room!

Needless to say, upon witnessing this, Heather lost it. Her patience was on the brink.

“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,” said the mother, adding:

“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.”

Heather and her husband even hired professional cleaners but to no avail.

Growing frustrations

The stain continued to get on her nerves and she was annoyed at it every time she saw it.