I got to spend some quality time with my son today. He didn't have school, and his care giver had a doctor's appointment. The result? A longer than normal morning spent with my son before my work day started. That is the luxury of my job.
I get to arrange my schedule around my life...instead of the other way around. Praise God for that flexibility!
Today however was most unusual. When my son was 2 to 3 years old, he went through a phase of modeling himself after me. From what I understand all boys want to be just like both parents, and try certain behaviors out. It's normal in finding their own way in the world.
Part of that phase, was to get those little tissue packets and carry them around with him. Those were his "pads" and he would tuck tissues in the waist band of his shorts. I was short of shocked. It was funny but not so funny that I was laughing all that hard.
Other moms have reassured me that their sons went through the same things at that age, except their son's were wearing their shoes and clothes. My son has never shown interest in wearing my clothes, but I think this was just as silly. It's been about a year since he's looked at small tissue packets as his pads.
Since being sick, I ran out of my boxed tissues. So this morning I broke out one of those infamous tissue packets. He saw it and exclaimed, "Mom! You found my pads!"
He took them and stuck a tissue in his underwear's waist band. I simply said, "Honey you're so silly. You know boys don't wear pads! Only girls do."
...Okay I opened myself up for this one....
He responded with..."Mom-why do girls wear pads?"
Ummm...okay. Totally NOT prepared to have 'that' talk at four years old. I couldn't think of a simple brushed off answer. I wasn't too quick on my feet.
So I responded with the only thing I could. "Well, honey. When girls get older...their bodies go through changes. And once in a while they wear them because they have to."
"What kind of changes?"
"Well...their hormones change and their bodies get prepared to have babies. AND the rest you'll learn about when you're older!!!" (grimace)
So he sat and thought about it for 2 seconds, then cocked his little head. I heard him say, "POP!"
"Pop what?" I wasn't sure what he was referring to.
"Well I have my pad on...and a baby just popped out of my belly. It's right there on the floor!"
"Honey...you know only girl's have babies?"
"Mom!" (As he rolls his eyes) "You know thats only pretend!"
All day he pretended to care for his little baby girl, named Sally, who pooped and peed all day. It was actually pretty sweet. He wants a baby sister so bad, so this was his way of having a baby for the day. However, when his daddy gets home tonight I'm going to suggest some serious male bonding time!
I hope I don't have to follow up on any conversations like that for years to come.
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