You know that lovely calendar I keep quoting? A few months ago, there was one thing on it I clipped and saved, then taped it to my computer. It says, "Mom’s Motto: 'Accept that some days you are the pigeon, but most days you are the statue.'"
Think about it. It started with spitup. It continued with nasal drainage, sprayed strained peas and drool. And, let's face it, sooner or later we will have urine, poop or vomit on us as well. It's not pleasant to think about, but it's the reality of being a parent.
While this is all disgusting, who would trade their time as a statue? If it means putting up with all the disgusting times to get one pair of sweet arms wrapping around your neck, one grand grin or one, albeit rather slobbery, kiss on your face, isn't it worth it?
For me, the answer is yes.