At 2 years old, Mary has become a creative and imaginative thinker. This is a great thing, but it sometimes leads us down unexpected paths.
My daughter has the habit of yanking up my shirt and blowing raspberries on my belly. It’s usually my husband who eggs her on to do this while he laughs, but I just can’t wait for the moment in my near future, I am sure, when she tries to expose my stomach in all its glory in public—so she can try to make fart noises on my skin.
This is all leading up to something. I promise. So, one day when she is doing this, I thought I’d take the opportunity to explain to her how hard my “belly” has worked for her.
“You used to live in there you know.”
“In mommy’s belly.” As I am speaking these words, I think about what a special moment we are having. I am telling my daughter about where she began.
“I want to go back” she says, abruptly.
“Where?” I ask, confused. Upstairs? downstairs? to the playroom? (One of the roles they always leave off the list pertaining to Mothering (nurse, chauffeur, chef, CEO, etc.,) is part-time detective).
“You can’t.” I tell her, suddenly panicking about if this will lead us away from Lovey Dove Lane and down the dark and dreary Temper Tantrum Alley.
“Yes I can! Right in here!” and she promptly starts jabbing at my belly button.
“No, I am sorry Mary, you’re too big to go back now.”
“I want to go back in there!” she says, getting shrill now and trying to stretch my belly button with her little hands. When that doesn’t work, she sticks her big toe inside my belly button. Yes, you’re reading that right. As I was lying on the floor, my daughter rammed her toe in my belly button.
“Mary, you are getting to be a big girl now and you’re too big to live inside of Mommy. But no matter how big you get, Mommy loves you.”
Someday, I’ll have to tell her the truth about the birds, bees and childbirth. But not yet, luckily. She accepted that answer and stopped trying to rip me open from the outside. Despite the physical pain I was feeling, I still managed to marvel at how wide open her world is, and how anything is possible to her.
Do you have any fun tales of the impossible things your kids thought were possible?