Yesterday I was
cleaning up the playroom and happened upon a random plastic bin filled with all
sorts of toys my kids haven’t played with, much less even thought about, in
years. In addition to the now defunct and/or passé toys, I found a pair of my
readers, a few Tupperware lids and a pad for one of my bras.
As I pulled each
obscure item out of the bin I commented on it.
“Oh, I’ve been looking for these."
And "Oh, no wonder I
can never match my Tupperware."
And "Oh dear, WHAT is
this bra pad doing in here?”
As soon as that last
bit about the bra came out, I wanted to reel it back in.
And, as if on cue, my
inquisitive 8-year-old who doesn’t miss a beat asked, “What’s a bra pad?”
card-carrying member of the IBTC (itty-bitty titty committee), bra pads are as
much a part of my life as is toothpaste and soap.
So, I said, “Well it's
a pad you put in your bra.” And for some unknown reason I threw in, “to make
your boobs look bigger.”
Oh sheesh, did I really need to add that?
I’m happy to be close with my girls, however I can’t help but wonder if a line is being blurred.
“Why do you want
your boobs to look bigger? You don't want your boobs to look bigger do you?”
“Well, kind of, mine
aren't that big.” Again?! Can I get those
words back please? No? Didn’t think so.
Then my 6-year-old
chimed in with, “I'm a size 1 and Penelope (name changed to protect the
innocent) is a size 2. You’re probably a 4, mom.”
I almost retorted with
“I’m actually more of 2.5” but thankfully I found my common sense and realized
the conversation was going in a direction I was not prepared to go so I
diverted their attention quickly.
“So, who do you
think is going to win the Battle Round on "The Voice" tonight? Luke Wade or Griffin?”
That’s all it took
to steer clear of the bra pad/boob size convo as they started intensely analyzing
all the previous week’s performances, but in the back of my mind I began to
assess how the whole bra/boob convo came to this conclusion: I am just
a little bit too comfortable with my daughters.
Overall, I'm a very
forthcoming person and am not ashamed to talk openly to pretty much anyone. The grocery store clerk who asks how my day is going is going to get the
God’s honest truth, whether she likes it or not.
However, with my
kids, what and how much is appropriate to talk about with them? I tell them
about the random zits on my nose and about my wicked PMS cramps while asking
them to grab mommy her pack of tampons. I even sometimes shorten the proper
term for their privates to “vag” (thank you Jonah Hill in "Superbad"). I’m happy to be close with my girls, especially now that it’s just us girls in the house, however I can’t help but wonder if a
line is being blurred.
I do try to make
sure I am a mom first and a friend second — I am fairly strict with them in many
ways because they will have a lot of friends, but only one mother. But, I also
think being open with them right now is going to help all of us down the road, particularly
when they start going through “things” like having their periods and going from
a 1 to a 4. Lord, help me.
Do you share
personal information with your pre-pubescent kids? How do you handle
conversations about boobs, periods and all the other fun female topics of