Everyone has their own God given talents. Unique skills which separate them from the pack. Sometimes the talent is, indeed, a gift. Playing the piano is a gift. Hitting a golf ball 300 yards is a gift. But sometimes, the “gift” is not something we want to have. In those cases, we’d rather be like everyone else.
But we can’t escape what we have been given. To quote Spider-Man’s Uncle Ben, “With great power comes great responsibility“.
And so, with great reluctance, I have come to recognize a talent of mine for what it is – a gift. I’m still not sure what I’m meant to do with it, but maybe someday I’ll know.
What is this great talent of mine? I can identify the smell of my kid’s poop. Yes, with a room full of people, when I hear, “Who has a dirty diaper?”, I can definitively claim, “Oh, that’s Thing 2” just by catching a whiff.
It’s not something I wanted. Or that I’m particularly proud of. But I have accepted it as one of my “gifts”.
Ha ha! That’s a cute gift. At least you don’t have to be embarrassed when the roomful of parents are sniffing around trying to find the dirty diaper and you’re the last one to realize your kid is the culprit.
LOL!! I usually knew when someone pooped but I couldn’t necessarily tell you who did the poop without smelling around first.
I enjoyed this….not the poop, but your writing. Check out our site this week for my take on my son’s diaper talents.
I would say something brilliant about how disgusting that is, but I have to admit that I’m blessed…err…inflicted with the same “gift.” I can smell my kid’s crap from across the room, and it definitely doesn’t smell like roses.
It’s just like the daddy penguins in March of the Penguins, only with crap.
Touche! It’s how I was always able to pick out my munchkin by scent within a broader crowd of similarly odiferous munchkins.
I think we’re hard wired to detect scents from immediate family members. We’re also hard wired to think nothing of changing our own kids’ diapers, but to virtually puke when faced with the prospect of changing those of anyone else’s kids.
Or maybe it’s just me.
:)
I have a gift too…although yours definitely beats mine…. LOL
I can kiss Boo-Boo’s away.
Lil’bugs daycare caregivers can tell in a class of 18 kids which one pooped!