Ella insists that I sit by the toilet and wait while she goes potty. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, we've had some real heart-to-heart chats. She's told me who is mean and who is nice at school. Sitting there, she seems to open up and tell me what's really on her mind. I think she knows she has my full attention. I'm not staring off at her brother or looking at the clock or doing anything but listening. So, she often takes full advantage of her time on the toilet.
Today while I was sitting on the bathtub edge, Ella said "mom, someday you'll be the grandma and I'll be a good mom." I smiled, what a sweet thought. I should have just left it at that sweet thought.
Instead, I had to say "yes, you'll grow up and marry a daddy and have kids." From here, things went downhill. "No, mom, I don't want to marry a daddy! Dylan can marry a daddy! Not me!"
Oh, boy. What had I walked into?
She's only 3 and I'm already stuttering over my words when it comes to the "big" talks. What will I do when it's time to explain the birds and the bees? Or to tell her about anything real important in her life.
Suddenly I insisted our time sitting by the toilet be over and she hurry back to watching 'Peter Pan.' I couldn't believe how inept I was at explaining life to her.
No wonder my parents were all tongue tied when it came to these topics! Whew, I'm glad I have more years ahead to practice. Dad, now I get why you explained the birds and the bees to me like eighty times. You too were practicing!