Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Pre-school pregnancy and Toddler gender issues

The Herengracht at night
My children are 4 and 2 years old and already my son has informed me he is pregnant and my daughter says she is now a boy. I'm a pretty liberal mama, but I didn't expect such issues this early in my travels through motherhood.

It all started with my son, who told me just before bedtime he was pregnant with his first child, a teddy bear. He even pulled up his shirt to show me exactly where the baby was lying somewhere around his lungs (he probably has fetus memories sitting on mine).

After a stifled giggle, I said "Ok, but sweetie girls have babies." 
"No mamma I'm gonna have a baby, boys can have babies too."
 His eyes danced with excitement and I couldn't be the one to ruin one of his very first aspirations. I just couldn't take that away at that very moment, there was plenty of time I thought. And he was so proud.

The next day the baby was gone, but a week later he was preggers again, but this time it was a baby girl. This cycle continued for a few weeks. And with each pregnancy I gave him a big hug and told him I couldn't wait to be a grandma.  I told him how much I loved his baby already and he agreed, he loved it too. For those few moments I saw 20 years into the future, or at least I hope so...

The Pre-school pregnancy phase ended just like all the phases before and I survived once again! Yay me! Now for the next phase: Naked butt dance in public...

In the middle of all the pregnancies, my daughter also told me about her life changing experience. I am on the toilet putting on the pee-pee on the potty show for her and she says, "Mama, im a boy."

My heart broke in half, "No sweetie you are a girl like mama."
"No im a boy like papa. I want a peepee."

"But mama is a girl," I said. "Don't you wanna be a girl like mama?"
"No, I wanna be like papa."

You could hear the knife go straight through my heart to the other side. "Ok, I said "you are mamas little baby boy then.''

So, now I have two sons and one of them keeps getting knocked up. What next? Do I dare even guess? No, that is the most important lesson motherhood has taught me. Love them through each and every phase. Now if I could just get my son to keep his moon in his pants!

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