I'd never really changed a diaper. I'd wince at the thought of squishing a bug. I couldn't imagine not throwing up if I saw someone vomit. Now, I instinctively cup my hands if I think she's gonna hurl, I picked up a roly poly bug that was roling and poling around my apartment last week with my bare hands, and I give an un-potty-trained seven year old an enema about twice a month.
Needless to say, things are different now. My whole perspective, my whole list of willingnesses (not an actual word, but still), it's all changed. These things might've been a big deal in the past, but nothing seems like a big deal anymore. A lot is just what it is.
Most moms will tell you that. "Shit and green beans" is how my great grandmother (my granny) described motherhood. And trust me, she knew her shit.