Here’s something disposable diaper-using parents may not understand: I truly enjoyed cloth diapering my daughter.  I didn’t just put up with it because I wanted to save money.  Nor was I slaving over those diapers as a sacrifice for Mother Earth.  Before my daughter was born, I pored over websites on the Internet, reading all about prefolds and diaper covers and laundering techniques.  Once I got my diapers, I admired their softness and cuteness; I couldn’t wait to try them out.  I even took pleasure in laundry days–ah, the anticipation of waiting for a nice, fresh batch of diapers to emerge from the dryer!

Yes, I took a picture of myself holding a cloth diaper

Scouring consignment shops for my preferred brand of diaper covers became my new focus in life.  Discovering a new cloth diapering tip (Sunlight removes stains!  You can wash diapers in cold water!) would send me into a frenzy of delight.  I know what some of you are thinking: this lady has no life.   I am exaggerating only slightly when I say that cloth diapering gives me a sense of accomplishment one must feel upon ascending Mt. Everest, winning an Olympic gold medal, or discovering a cure for diaper rash.

Starting the Green Baby Guide added a whole new layer to the thrill of cloth diapering: now I could impart my cloth diapering insights to others.  Some might have no interest in the practice whatsoever.  This is hard for me to understand, but I hear it’s true.  After all, only ten percent of the population uses cloth.  Others eschew disposables out of economic necessity or perhaps out of obligation to the planet.  And then there are those like me . . . those who can write three whole paragraphs on What Cloth Diapering Means to Me.  Those who don’t just tolerate cloth diapers, but actively like them.  A lot.