I'm a huge clean freak. I'm also a recovering perfectionist who traditionally hated when things weren't totally under control; who would literally break out in hives over the thought of getting in trouble with others or making people unhappy. Before I had kids, a huge part of my fear of having them was the mess they generate. Could I really take care of a sick kid? Or deal with another person's poop multiple times a day? Turns out, the answer is yes. The list of the things that don't scare me since becoming a mom is pretty long, still growing, and full of things my former self couldn't have imagined.
Motherhood can toughen a person up like few other experiences can. When you're suddenly responsible for the continued existence of small people who can do very little for themselves, and who aren't born with the lifetime of conditioned responses and inhibitions that stop most (though not all) people from acting like violent balls of poop and snot, you get over a lot of fears and hang-ups fast. When you have to look past abject nastiness to take quick action to protect one of the most precious people in your life from harm, you find reserves of tolerance and strength inside yourself you may not have even known you had.
All of a sudden, the same stuff that freaked me out before? Not such a big deal now. A little dirt here and there? Not the end of the world. Bodily fluids? Meh. Whatevs. Somebody in my life trying to give me sh*t for God knows what reason? Tell ‘em what's up. Unless it's a clear and present danger to my family, most stuff that used to scare me holds no sway over me now that I'm a mom. Certainly not the following: