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.