I hate barf.
I really, truly hate vomit and vomiting. I can count on one hand how many times I've actually throw up in my lifetime. Even during pregnancy, when I was nauseated all 9 months, I only vomited once.
I have almost total control over my vomiting reflex. And I expect everyone around me to control their vomiting as well.
That is until I became a mother.
I truly knew I was a mother when I held my 3 year-old daughter in my arms and said, "It's OK to throw up on me. Better out than in."
Never in my life prior to having a child would I have uttered, or even thought it possible to utter, those words.
You know you're a mother when your child vomits on you and you're so concerned about your child that you don't even notice, or care, about the barf.
