This morning my wonderful, beautiful, princess of a daughter got sick. I have worked with children for as long as I can remember. It always amazes me the things and smells that can come out of a small child.
It got me to thinking..
I have an knack for helping other people's kiddos whenever they need it but there are just some things I cannot handle. I handled fingers getting smashed in a door so bad that all the fingernails on their hand were ripped off and bleeding. I survived gashes in heads that bleed and bleed and bleed. I survive the lice, scabies, snot...well you get the idea.
I CANNOT handle other children throwing up or, well let's just say, coming out the other end. Now normal dirty diapers is one thing...its the extreme that tears me up. You might as well hand me a trash can right along with the kid. After 16 years you would think that I would become immune....nope.
This is what amazes me. As a mother, NONE of these things bother me with my own children. I can tell the moment they look at me that they are going to throw up. I simply lead them to the proper place and wait patiently till they are done. No gagging, no holding my own trash can, nothing.
Is this a mother's love? Is it instinct? I think its both. It is a complete natural instinct for a mother to protect her children. Even if that protection is disgusting, germ filled, and not for the faint of stomach.
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