Amy and I were talking about babies this evening after I had picked her up from nursery.
“When you are a grown up” I told her “You might have a baby of your very own”
Her eyes lit up. “My own?” she asked “Not Evan? A baby from my tummy?”
“Yes” I told her, and feeling this was a good a time as any – “Do you know how babies are made?”
“No”
“Well you are a girl, and so you would be a Mummy. And you find a boy who you think would be a good Daddy and you make a baby with him”.
“Oh” she said, and thought for a bit.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“I think you are a very good Daddy”
“Thank you sweetheart” I said, knowing that she will never know how much those words meant to me.
They stir emotions in passing that Hollywood couldn’t fit in a million movies. It’s amazing.
Boy, does she know how to score major brownie points!
I’m thinking about telling my son how babies are made. I mean now that he’s 16 and all.
It’s moments like those that make it all worth it. Well, maybe not the 3 a.m. feedings, but everything else.
Watch out – tomorrow she’ll say that and whilst you are putty in her hands she will demand a pony *grin*
My daughter wants to marry her Mommy. Should I be worried?!
Actually, I have a routine that I am confident will cause a lifetime of therapy: Every night when I come home, my 3 year old daughter jumps into my arms and I lift her over my head and ask her 3 questions:
1. Who is the only man that will ever really love you? “You, Daddy!”
2. What do all boys have? “Germs, Daddy!”
3. What does too much make makeup make you look like? “Cheap, Daddy!”
When I first asked those questions, it was LONG before she ever knew what they meant. Clearly, I was joking and she was just repeating words. But now, she is “getting it” because last week she told some boys on the playground that they have germs. OOPS!
Back to your post; it does make it all worth while when we slow down long enough to truly listen to our children.
You have a great blog and thanks for poking into mine!
Dan
Aw man, that’s suh-weet!
Oh, I’m tearful!
She may not know, but we do, and she melted our hearts, too!
That is *super* sweet! Hey, thanks for stopping by my blog. Yours is lovely!
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