Unconditional Motherly L-O-V-E

[Little Stinky Britches]

In another post, Mommy Josie gave me this idea to expand upon.

Unconditional Motherly Love, what is it? For me, it looks like this:

A mother goes into the nursery to check on her 9 month-old baby. He is awake from his nap and she can hear him jabbering to himself. As she opens the door, he gets excited: his mommy has entered the room. As she smiles in responce, her nose catches whiff of a familuar odor.

Is it gas? She wonders. After all, he was tooting all morning. After she took him out of the highchair, she had smelled something and checked his pants but there was nothing in his diaper. Later on, he was playing on the floor when she smelled something again. His mother brought her nose close to his bottom and sniffed. It certainly smelled like he messed his pants. But when she pulled back his pants expecting to see a poopy diaper, there was nothing but stinky gas.

No, she thinks, inhaling the odor more deep through her nose, the smell is too pungent for gas: too earthy for a toot. No, it's not gas she thinks to herself: "somebody" has just pooped their pants.

This Mother's heart beats more quickly as she inhales the pungent aroma of poop through her nose. It has been two whole days since she has smelled the aroma of a poopy diaper. Trying to find the right mixture of fruit and rice cereal for her baby hasn't been easy. Too much fruit, and her baby has "blow-out" diapers sevral times a day. Too much rice cereal and her baby goes a week without pooping. Has she finally found the right mix of fruit and cereal to make a nice, full, poopy diaper?

Was that why he was tooting so much? She wonders.

How big of a job is it? She asked herself. Is is a "blow-out diaper"? Did he just make a little poop? Or are his pants full? By the smell of it, she realizes that his pants are pretty full. The smell is not offensive to her though: it is pungent and earthy, and she smiles as she inhales the odor through her nose.

"Did you fill your pants for mommy?" She lovingly asks, looking around for signs of of "blow-out" diaper. No, it's not a blow-out, she thinks, his clothes and crib are all clean. She then feels his bottom with her hand, lovingly and gently feeling his bottom, discovering that his pants are full to the brim, bulging out and warm to the touch: this is a freshly filled diaper.

"Uh, oh," She playfully say's, feeling the fullness of his diaper.
"I think somebody needs their pants changed."

The baby responds with happy jabbering, as his mother pulls back his rubber pants and looks down the back of his diaper. It's not enough for her to smell the aroma of his poop, or to feel the fullness of his diaper, his mother wants to SEE what is in his pants. Is it a soft poop? Or hard and firm? Is his poop the right color? Has he digested his prunes and peaches just right? Or is there a problem with that? The only way for her to know, is to look down the back of his diaper.

As she slowly pulls back his rubber pants with her finger, her heart is beating more quickly, she is becoming more excited. What will his poop look like? Is it all the way to the top? Is it soft or hard? Her finger just goes in a half inch from the top of his diaper, slowly pulling back both the cloth diaper and rubber pants to reveal the poop inside. As she peers inside his diaper, she smiles the biggest smile a mother can smile.

The poop is all the way to the top of his diaper, a nice dark brown color, showing evidence of the prunes and peaches she fed him that morning, and a nice softness to it. This is excatly what his mother had hoped for: a nice full diaper with the right color and texture, and smell.

"Shooo-wee! I thought I smelled something." She playfully said, looking down into his poopy diaper. The infant responds to her with giggles and coos, as she playfully wrinkles up her nose.

As she plays with her baby, making silly faces at him and wrinkling up her nose, this mother has a warm, motherly glow about her. She is so happy! Her baby has made a nice full diaper for her, just the right color and size.

This my friends, is unconditional motherly love. L-O-V-E.

Mommies are experts when it comes to toots and poopy pants.

When I was growing up, a room full of mommies could talk about toots and poopy diapers for hours on end.

Was it a big job?

Did she toot before she grunted?

What color was his poop?

Does her face always get this red?

I thought he tooted, but he actually filled his pants.

I smell something, but I don't think it's gas.

Do you smell that? I better check his pants.

[MommyGina]

wow stinky, that was great! Your descriptions were phenomenal! I hope to see lots more of your writings

Mommy Gina

[TheSitterStacie]

I think I posted something like this before on a post that Cameron created but I will do it again.

To me unconditional love from a Mother goes something like this:

Even when being punished there is a sadness in your mommy's eye. Not because she is disappointed in you, but because it hurts her heart as much as it hurts you to have to be stern.

When boo boos occur, she is the first one we run to, and no matter how tiny the injury she makes sure we do not leave her arms until we are smiling and all her boo boo kisses have been administered in a quick and loving fashion.

As we get older she lets us make mistakes, even though she wants to reach out and pull us back with a gently spoken, No honey, that's not a good idea. Because she knows that is how we learn and grow.

When we get angry she might have to get angry right back. But after all the fussing and arguing is over she still gives us all the affection and attention that we can stand, and then some more on top.

When we are hurting from the angry sting of a first love gone wrong, she comforts us and lets us know that it will take time to heal, but in the end we will be okay. And she will dry our tears and rock us in her welcoming arms, no matter how long it takes.

When we are sick, she focuses all her time and attention on us. Going without sleep or any down time until we are feeling 100% better.

She sometimes will go without just so we can have, and she will never speak a word of it. It's only as we get older that we realize that she did.

She gives us strength when we are weak and broken in spirit, she lifts us up when ever we are down, and she carries us through hell and fire if need be. And never asks for anything in return.

So I guess, a Mother's unconditional love is when she gives us everything, and never ever expects anything in return. Her love is the strongest love there is on the planet, and we are the lucky ones who get to bask in all it's warmth.


Stacie

[MommyGina]

Wow Stacie! Now that is what I call Mother's unconditional love! I don't think I've ever heard it put in truer words. Kudos

Gina

[Little Stinky Britches]

Wow Stacie! You are such a great writer!

And thank you Gina for your kind words.

[DommyMommyAva]

I like this topic and thought I would throw my 2 cents in. My heart melts at the sight of a baby, I cant hold them and kiss them and smell them enough! I want a baby my loins are aching lol. Now here is something that I hope will make you smile.


MOM WANTED JOB DESCRIPTION:

Long term team players needed for challenging permanent work in an often chaotic environment. Candidates must possess excellent communication and organizational skills, and be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and 24hour shifts on call. Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities. Travel expenses not reimbursed. Extensive courier duties also required.

RESPONSIBILITIES:
Must provide on-the-site training in basic life skills, such as nose blowing. Must have strong skills in negotiating, conflict resolution and crisis management. Ability to suture flesh wounds a plus. Must be able to think out of the box but not lose track of the box, because you most likely will need it for a school project. Must reconcile petty cash disbursements and be proficient in managing budgets and resources fairly, unless you want to hear, "He got more than me!" for the rest of your life. Also, must be able to drive motor vehicles safely under loud and adverse conditions while simultaneously practicing above mentioned skills in conflict resolution. Must be able to choose your battles and stick to your guns. Must be able to withstand criticism, such as "You don't know anything." Must be willing to be hated at least temporarily, until someone needs $5 to go skating. Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf. Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers. Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects. Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks. Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next. Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys and battery operated devices. Also, must have a highly energetic entrepreneurial spirit, because fund-raiser will be your middle name. Must have a diverse knowledge base, so as to answer questions such as "What makes the wind move?" or "Why can't the army just go in and shoot Sadaam Hussein?" on the fly. Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst. Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product. Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.

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PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE:
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BENEFITS:
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Oh I also wanted to say Stinky Briches tour stories are so nostalgic I love them. pee yooh I think baby Marty made a toot, yes I think he did! tehehehe

[Little Stinky Britches]

That did make me smile, thank you Ava.

You are a great writer, and that really touched something in me. I believe that without our mothers, we are all lost. She guides and comforts us and protects us from harm.

Thank you Ava,

and thanks to all the mothers out there who comfort little children, and wipe poopy bottoms.

[MommyGina]

Oh I loved that Ava! And it is soooo very true, isn't it? Sometimes we forget all the wonderful, thankless things mommy's do for us and it is good to be reminded from time to time. Let's all try and remember to thank our mommys next time we talk to them, shall we?

[naughtyboyutah]

I thank God for my mom and also all the phone a mommies here. I believe being a mom or dad is the hardest job in life and one you don't get paid for. Thanks to mommies we have all learned lessons some being over the knee after a spanking but through it all, we not once can see in our mommies the unconditional love mommies have for their kids.

Cammie