In my years within early childhood, I have had many people (family included) tell me that I just couldn't understand, that it was so different when it would be my own child someday. I've already conceded that this is true. Changing diapers when it's my kid is a breeze. Puke is disgusting, but less disgusting when it's my kid. Everything is easier -- I agree. But today I had a moment of reflection as a I helped a 5 year old with some sensory issues in the bathroom. He had an accident while on the playground and came inside with me to clean up. I turned around to grab some extra wipes from the cabinet and before I knew it -- poop. Everywhere. On his body. Like he had massaged his lower half with poop. I kicked into mom mode and spoke softly, calmly, and helped him clean up and move on -- like I would want someone to do with my kiddo. It is different when it's your own kid, but how you look at other people's children also changes. I'm so thankfu
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