At the dinner table, the most random-est conversations come up. Tonight was no different.
It all started when the big one said she wants to go to college and live in Paris. She asked what I would do. I told her I would of course move to Paris. I mean, DUH! I told her, you are going to want me close to you, especially when you have a family. Why did I say that? The little one then says she doesn’t want to have kids when she gets older. Her reasoning? It’s painful, so she’s out! I had the look of failure as a parent on my face…not because she doesn’t want children, but because she saw something that let her know it was painful while on my watch! I am running through what hasn’t been locked down. Sidebar, the kids have screen time and restrictions on their devices. So, if it wasn’t approved…HOW? Turns out, the episode of Fuller House where Stephanie has her baby is where she got this information from. All she saw was the PG13 version of having a baby and that was enough for her to cork it! Shfew! My Mother of the Year title is still in tact….maybe!
The big one then asks, “Well, don’t you HAVE to have a baby? Is there a way to stop yourself from having a baby?” Sweet…Baby…Jesus! I had to let her know, you have all of the choices when it comes to your body, babies included. IF you don’t want to have a child, there is medicine you can take to keep that from happening. She said, “Ohhhhhhhh! So, then TT must be taking that medicine.” #FLAT…LINE! Ummmm, yes. Moving on!
Because the random juices are still flowing, that little one starts up again. “When I grown up and get married I am going to live here. And then when you guys pass away this will be my house!” Sweet…Baby…JESUS! SHE’S SEVEN!!! I am shocked, appalled, amazed, curious, and fearful all rolled into one. I mean, at some point Momma has to sleep with one eye open! There was nothing to be said at this point. I had enough random conversation to last me the year.
I just pray these girls live the lives they choose for themselves, even if it seems like I won’t be able to shake that little one. She’s a lifer! She better wipe my butt in my old age or I am leaving the house to her sister with all that talk!
