Very few times in my life do I remember being faced with such terror. I am not a wimpy person by any stretch of the imagination, in fact I find myself to be quite daring. I?ve gone head to head (or better said, head to wood) with a baseball bat at age ten, once went down theGiant Steps? ski-slope in a air-tube, and maybe most daring of all, asked the absolutely stunning Robyn Hawkins out for ice cream. Fear never has been a large inhibitor in my life, except for that fateful day. I can vividly remember the sheer horror and cold chills that rushed through me as I knelt beside my mother, her with wet wipes in hand, as she said to me,Blair, you?re getting pretty big, you know. Why don't you change your little sister's diaper.? Looking at my mother I knew that my time of avoiding my first changing of a diaper was over. There I knelt, 7 years old and facing the most terrifying trial in any young persons life.
Being the second child of ten kids, this fearful first time diaper experience was repeated many times after mine by others in my family. Along with that, our reminiscing conversations have many times touched on this touchy subject. One sister comparing that single event to be comparable to the fear of her wedding night. Another was heard saying that their stomach dropped as if they had been on the most steep roller coaster known to man at the thought of having to remove thatsoiled Huggy?. .
There looking at me was a 6 month old baby girl, small cute and innocent . . . well kind of. As most parents or people who have been around babies know, they bare some very uncanny resemblances to dogs. For instance they have no bowel control, they both are content playing with a rubber toy, both walk on all fours, and, of course, both have an eerie knack of sensing fear. They say young babies cant smile yet that day, I am positive that Molly, the small baby, smirked. I was terrified and she knew it.