“Mommy, read me a bedtime story.”
“Not tonight, Eli – we’re up a little too late.”
“Then tell me a quick story about when I was a baby.”
“What story do you want to hear?”
“Tell me about the night I was born.”
I proceeded to tell him the story about the night he was born. If your new to my blog you can read about it here. He loves that story. I added a new twist this time I told it by telling him that papa came to the hospital before he was born and gave us a funny name for the baby. Fortunately we chose “Eli”.
As I wrapped up the story I realized that Eli looked perplexed. I asked him what was wrong. He said “where did I come out of mama?”
We don’t hide things in our house. We talk about everything and we use the proper words. So, I told him he came out of her vagina. “You mean I came out of that fuzzy place?” Yes son, you did. “If I came out of there, where’s mama’s penis?” She doesn’t have one. “Ok.” I could tell he wasn’t but was really too tired to ask anymore.
When Eli was 2 he asked how God made him. He answered his own question by saying that God used an excavator. When he was 4 he asked how he could get a baby. We talked about needing someone to be a mommy and began a small talk about needing parts of a boy to make the baby. He will be 6 in October. I can only guess that will bring the beginnings of the birds and the bees discussion. I only hope that I’m mentally prepared for that and that the appropriate words are filtered into my brain and out my mouth. Or, that I’m not home when he asks;)
Brotherly Love
Brotherly Love 