Mothers have an inherent tolerance for the unpleasant, particularly when it comes to their babies.
Things that typically gross out the average person suddenly become no big deal when it involves their own children. Somehow, I don't see that happening to me. I cannot imagine blithely suctioning mucus from an infant's congested nose, or routinely sniffing a toddler's bottom to determine if a diaper change was necessary. Then I did a mental inventory of some of the unusual tasks it has fallen to me to perform as mother to two dogs. Seems the poop doesn't fall far from the . . .