It’s one of those days. Chilly and wet and lazy. When I was making my meal plan mid week, I checked the weather and knew it would be a good day for soup. Which one? I make a few tasty soups that would fit the bill. Then I remembered my aunt had asked me recently for grandma’s vegetable beef barley soup.
Several nights a week I am down in the city at UIC for classes. Back in the summer, my father-in-law would come to stay with the kids and I would head down early to beat traffic. Upon arrival, I would have my car valeted at a local restaurant and sit on their patio with some classmates.
On our way to school, McK and I chit-chat about all sorts of things. Sometimes we talk about her friends or music. Sometimes we listen to my favorite podcast if the topic is appropriate. Sometimes we listen to her favorite podcast to hear a good story. Sometimes we play an epic game of I spy…
Today, though, she caught me off guard. I heard a quiet question from the back and turned down Thunder so I could make out what she was saying.
Mama? How do babies get out of the mamas’ tummies?
I’ve been dreading this question. I could say something like magic or I don’t know. But I’ve been firm about telling her I would never lie so I feel like I need to be honest here.
How do you think they get out? Maybe I’ve dodged a bullet.
Nope! I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you. How did G and me get out of your belly?
Well, the doctor helps the baby come out. I’m hoping it’s a sufficient answer that is truthful enough that she cannot call me out on it when she learns the whole story.
But how do they get out?
I sat in silence for a few moments. She asked again. I took a deep breath.
They come out of the mama’s vagina.
Oh. Ok. Then a minute later…But how?
The mama has to push and the doctor helps.
Ok. Like when you hold my hand when I poop?
Kind of. But Daddy held my hand.
Ok. Can I get a munchkin?
What I thought was a big deal was not. Sometimes moms are the ones that make things bigger than they should be.
It was as easy as that. I just hope she doesn’t ask me how they get into the mamas’ tummies anytime soon.
I am writing for the 2019 March Slice of Life Challenge
Days off are so very different than they used to be. I used to sleep in and lounge all day watching reruns of Law and Order: SVU. I would lunch with friends and drink well into the wee hours the night before. PJs all day and nap it out mid-afternoon.
Last year at this time, I shared a story about my 4 month baby. He would get up in the middle of the night wanting a bottle and snuggles. Although getting out of bed was tough, those snuggles were amazing. You can read all about that HERE.
Last night, the old familiar call rang out. My husband and I couldn’t NOT hear it. Continue reading