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"It's different when it's your own."

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 thankful that I had this experience today as it really made me reflect on my career and the important work that I'm doing in the field.  Sure, to some folks it's just babysitting and dealing with poop, but today, I helped a kiddo keep his dignity while treating him like the competent person he is... and probably retained my teacher for another week because she didn't have to do the clean up ;)

Just another day in paradise!
xo
Mama Porch

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