It has occurred to me that being a mom involves an incredible invasion of personal space for everyone concerned. Obviously, for those first 9 months you live The Invasion of the Body Snatchers -- but while you can't get too much more invasive than that, it doesn't stop with birth: You spend the next few years picking at your child's ears and nose; licking your thumb to wipe her face with that time-tested saliva-based cleanser; stopping her in mid-crawl (or dash) to peek down her pants, just in case your nose isn't working. And you continue to be fair game for her long after she's left the cozy little womb: You become a chew toy; a mountain to climb; a life-sized Barbie Shimmer & Glitz Styling Head. All I can speak to so far are the early years, but I've been slobbered on, peed on, and even pooped on more times than I'd like to acknowledge.
Still.
There's something to it, isn't there? This motherhood business.
~RCH~
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