posted by : legosdream
Out of the blue today, I had a feeling.
Not in an overwhelming, over-the-top sort of way.
Kinda like just a tenderly-anxious-excited-new-experience-sort of way.
I want to change diapers.
Dirty, poopy, smelly diapers.
With a capital D.
Not that it’s a brand new experience.
I have done that with the Burk god-kids.
But this is kinda different.
I just have a urge, a desire, a longing.
To wipe butts, change diapers.
Doing it with a motivation that I haven’t particularly felt before.
I suppose it’s this genetic predisposition.
To care.
Give care.
Regardless of the mess.
Transcending boundaries.
Of stench.
Of crap.
Of repetition.
It’s the love of a parent.
Being a parent.
Rescuing the child from the mess it created.
Cleaning it up.
Making things smell nice and good.
So that he or she can do it all over again.
And then you too.
What a mystery.
To love.
And be loved.
