Maybe it’s Mother’s Day that has brought about our most recent conversations. I’m really not sure.
Lately it has been comical to hear my girls talk about awkward moments due to the loss of their mom.
When Michelle was riding with a friend and her mother, something was said about moms helping at school for some project. The friend quickly reprimanded her mother for saying the “m” word in front of Michelle.
“It’s OK,” Michelle assured her. “You can talk about mothers with me in the car. It doesn’t bother me.”
Stephanie then shared the time last summer at camp where they were paired with a peer for prayer time before bed.
“The girl got on my bed and said, ‘My friend’s mom has cancer. Can you IMAGINE your mom having cancer?’”
DJ was recognized at the Senior Salute, an end of year assembly for the National Charity League. It’s a Mother/Daughter service club that Lisa started with her six years ago. Each girl stood on stage with their mom and a short speech was given about their relationship and their work together over the past few years. DJ decided she’d be recognized with another friend whose mother died a year or so after Lisa. Pretty good strategy for what could have been a fairly awkward situation.
Last Tuesday Michelle asked me if dogs had periods.
To be perfectly honest, I had to think a minute. We don’t have dogs, and I don’t recall ever seeing a doggie tampon (This is yet another reason not to have a pet).
I assured her they must and then DJ chimed in saying indeed they did and that there were diapers that could be purchased for that time of the month.
Apparently Michelle went to school and announced her findings to her girlfriends. When she returned home that afternoon, she said, “Kimmy can’t believe I asked you if dogs had periods.” I asked her why Kimmy thought that was so odd. “Kimmy said it is weird that I ask my DAD questions like that.” We laughed. I suppose she could have called the vet.
Last week we also talked about girls who are “loose in the booty” as my oldest kid describes them and why girls might be prone to be boy crazy. We talked about self-esteem and how critical that it come from within and not from some shady dude who pays you a little attention.
The week before we chatted about Michelle’s class field trip to the Poe Center where they got about 75% of the sex talk. I filled her in on the rest. Stephanie told her at the Poe Center she was going to have to stand up in front of the group and talk about girls’ breasts. “They actually call them breasts. I hate it when they call them that. They’re boobs. Old ladies have breasts.” Thankfully, Michelle was spared the chest chat.
I realize our family is a bit odd, maybe more open than others. But I’m gonna take that as a win as we celebrate our sixth motherless Mother’s Day.