Littlespace
Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2016 5:40 pm
What is something that will always put you into littlespace? Or is there something that is your favorite thing to do in littlespace?
I have never heard the term "Littlespace" before but I love it!
One of the things that has always put me in my "littlespace", for as long as I can remember, going back 50 years (I'm 57) is the combined smell of Poop and Baby Powder.
When I was a little boy, my Mother would take me to a Baptist Church on Sunday mornings, as walked down the hallway to my Sunday School class, the Church Nursery door, the top part, was always open, allowing the pungent smell of poop and baby powder to waft out, and waft down the hallway.
It was that combined smell of poop and baby powder, more than anything, that always put me in my "littlespace."
In that moment, as we walked by the Church Nursery, and the smell of poop and baby powder filled the air, it filled me with good feelings, a feeling of being a baby again, a comforting, kind feeling that both excited me and gave me a feeling of caring and love. It is hard to describe, and difficult to explain, but whenever I smelled the combined smell of poop and baby powder, I knew that a baby had just messed their pants, and was now getting their poopy diaper changed and their bottom powdered with baby powder. That knowledge, which came from smelling that smell, always made me feel like a baby, it made me feel little, and loved and cared for.
What was even better, and served to place me even deeper into my "littlespace" was when the bottom half of the door open up and my Mother and I stepped inside the Church Nursery. Not only was I then immersed into a world of mommies and babies, cloth diapers and rubber pants, and the smell of poop and baby powder, but the conversations my Mother had with the Nursery attendants always made me feel like a baby and made me want to wear diapers and mess my pants.
My Mother: "Shooo-wee! Somebody stinks!"
Nursery Attendant: "Oh it's Susan, she just filled her britches a few minutes ago. Sister Wilson's changing her pants right now, that's why it's so stinky in here."
My Mother: (giggling and blushing) "Smells like she did a big job in her britches. Pee-yew!"
Nursery Attendant: (smiling and giggling) "Oh yeah, she filled um up pretty good. I was feeding another baby when I started smelling something. And then I checked her pants, she had filled her britches full."
Conversations like this that my Mother had with other moms or nursery attendants, always put me in my "littlespace" and made me feel like a baby.