I am currently reading Bruce Springsteen's autobiography Born to Run. I love what he says about his own discovery of the wonder and joy of parenting. "Making life fills you with humility, balls, arrogance, a mighty manliness, confidence, terror, joy, dread, love, a sense of calm and reckless adventure. Isn't anything possible now? If we can populate the world can't we create and shape it? Then reality and diapers and formula and sleepless nights and child seats and yellow custard shit and cream cheese vomit set in. But...oh, these are the blessed needs and fluids of my boy and at the end of each headachy, tiring new world of a day, we are exhausted but exalted by new identities, Mom and Pop!"
I just cleaned up one of those poops this morning and I wouldn't change a thing about her...except her diaper. Phew, what a stinker. Love through it all. Poppi.