Explaining how we're different
The other night, I was changing into my pajamas while my husband read books to our sons in our bed. Mind you, they don't sleep in our bed, they sometimes like to do the bedtime ritual (teeth brushing, changing for bed, reading books, etc.) in our room though. So I took off my top in our walk in closet, and realized my PJs weren't in there. Realizing I needed to hunt for my PJs I covered my breasts with my arm, and walked around the bedroom looking for my PJs. My 4-yr old son followed me, very intently watching, trying to figure out what I was doing. Then in his tiny voice, he offered, "Mama, I don't think you're gross."
"Huh?" I answered, still trying to find my PJs.
"I don't think you're gross, Mama!" he said again.
Finding my PJs, and bending down to put them on, it clicked in my mind that he was commenting on the fact that I'm different from him, his brother and Daddy. I have breasts, he was looking at my breasts, and wondering why I was covering them up as I walked around the room.
"Are you talking about my boobies?"
"Yeah, Mama. What are they for?"
"Uhmmmmm..." I replied as I searched my brain for the correct way to answer the question, and looked at my husband who had a laughing look in his eyes--no help at all. "Well buddy, they are for feeding babies. When you and your brother were babies, you drank milk from them. Milk is all babies can eat when they're just born."
"Do you still have milk in them?" he puzzled.
"Well, when you got bigger and started eating food, you started drinking milk from bottles. So no, I don't have milk in them, it's all gone."
"Did my brother drink it all?"
"Yes, yes he did. He drank it all up." What else should I have said? He was satisfied, and I was still reeling from his "you're not gross" comment.
What strange discussions have you had with your kids?