holy the diaper
Yesterday I changed a diaper, but it wasn't until later in the evening that I realized I'd enjoyed it.
As a thoroughly modern father, I've changed my share of diapers—even some explosively-filled ones—but I think the day-to-dayness of all that removing and wiping and replacing kept me from ever realizing that I took pleasure in doing it. Not in the fecal matter or the ammonia-smell, but in the simple beauty of doing something for someone who is unable to do it for himself.
I love that my son has grown past the defecating-himself stage, but it's great to be reminded that while there may not be any human acts that are absolutely pure, there are still plenty that are holy.
FLAUNT MAGAZINE: DANE DeHAAN from Austin Rhodes on Vimeo.
As a thoroughly modern father, I've changed my share of diapers—even some explosively-filled ones—but I think the day-to-dayness of all that removing and wiping and replacing kept me from ever realizing that I took pleasure in doing it. Not in the fecal matter or the ammonia-smell, but in the simple beauty of doing something for someone who is unable to do it for himself.
I love that my son has grown past the defecating-himself stage, but it's great to be reminded that while there may not be any human acts that are absolutely pure, there are still plenty that are holy.
FLAUNT MAGAZINE: DANE DeHAAN from Austin Rhodes on Vimeo.
