This post might be about all the things I want to lie about. Or at least a few.
Violet is saying the most amazing, and interesting and trying things. This morning when we were getting ready for school/work she said to me, what if your boobs were on your back. Yeah, I know. Stinking funny. And really weird to imagine.
Yesterday we were looking through a kids catalog, some shee-shee furniture and too expensive clothing store. Violet was picking out CRIBS and CHANGING TABLES that she wanted to have. When I asked her why she said if I had a baby in my tummy then those are the things she wanted to have. After I assured her there is no baby in my tummy she looked at me kinda cock-eyed and said, how would a baby get in your tummy? And I PANICKED. Seriously. I didn't think I ever would because I am comfortable with the truth, but not the truth at age almost 5. Its not so much that I wanted to lie but man, the truth?! And I so got why someone came up with the stupid stork idea one day. After initial panic I just yelled, ANDREW! And you know what his explanation was....Magic. Yeah, Magic and Love. Sit with it.
The other thing I want to lie about is not as cute.
I told you about Vi's fascination with death. It pops up probably daily in conversation. when I thought about all the things that would be difficult about having children, prior to having children, it didn't cross my mind that this would be on the list. Death. Not so fun to explain to an almost 5 year old. When she was brushing her teeth last night, mom, what if I die before you? Gasp, punch to the stomach. Mom, will I die tomorrow? And this is about the time I think it might be a good idea to believe in God. It sure would be easy, or easier, to paint a picture of being reunited with loved ones and kicking it with angels. Or something. When she asks the questions I so just want to lie. The questions just keep going too. How do people die? How long are you dead for? What do the doctors do to make you not dead? To which I answer you don't want to know, forever and nothing. Its bleak stuff.
Compared to death, procreation seems a breeze.
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