I realized at the ATM today that I have become a mom, not in the physical sense, I am, of course a mom because I gave birth to a human. No, I've become a mom in the wipe-the-baby's-nose-with-my-hand-and-wipe-it-on-her-onesie kind of way. Outside the bank I noticed that Ivy's nose was running, and so that the lovely woman at the ATM didn't think I was a total slacker with one of those snot-nosed kids, I wiped her nose. With my hand. And I totally would have wiped it with my shirt but I couldn't reach down that far, it would have been really awkward. So, away came the hand with a snot-load and where else am I going to put it? Her onesie had to be changed anyway and, trust me, she really doesn't care if I wipe snot on her. Does it make it better that I made sure to NOT use that hand for the entire banking transaction?
Sigh.
As I walked away, marveling at my momness, I thought about my pre-mom self, who used to be completely grossed out by snotty kids (and they are snotty because they have colds half the year and don't really have a lot of mucus control), I was just sure that that snot and those grubby hands were carrying boat loads of germs and parasites and smudgy sticky goopy fingerprints. Yet now, I love my child and her snot, it offends me not at all. Not like I go out of my way to interact with it, it is just a mucusy by-product of my sweet Tiny. She's not sticky and yucky, she sweet and warm and smells like frosting.
I'm coughing and laughing at the same time here. Yeah, funny how those gross moments turn in to daily deals. 4 montsh ago 6 year old came home and projectile vomited across the baffroom.
Ahhh, good times.
Biggles
Posted by: Dr. Biggles | April 05, 2007 at 07:05 PM