We had a bit of the “talk” this weekend. I didn’t get into body fluids and sperm and eggs and all that but we did lay the groundwork.
With it being Father’s Day, and me wanting to carry on our blue balloon tradition, I felt my little inquisitor would require some answers.
On Sunday we went and grabbed the balloons and he asked what they were for. So we got an iced tea and headed for a bench. Here’s pretty much how it went down.
Me – Do you know where babies come from?
Him – Nope
Sidenote – I’m constantly amazed at my inability to recognize that these little humans don’t come pre-programmed with all their knowledge. For example, I just assumed he would know to run the bases at t-ball when he hit the ball, totally forgetting he’s never set foot on a baseball diamond!
Me – Well you know how most families have a mom AND a dad? That’s because you need a man and a woman to make a baby. I think I started sweating about here.
Him – Yup. Like you have both — Grandpa and your mom. But I just have you.
Me – You got it. But I really wanted to have you so I went to a special place where there are really nice men who help people out when they want to have babies but don’t have a man to make one with.
Sidenote – Even though my 102 year-old grandmother liked to announce that I got pregnant without a man, it was not the immaculate conception.
He sort of sat on that for a minute so I just kept going.
Me – So every year at Father’s Day, we let go balloons and take a minute to say thanks to this guy for letting us be together.
Him -‘Awesome! That’s SO cool…. oh and then he turned and gave me a massive hug. I may have shed a few (or more) tears.
Me – When you’re older and if you feel you want to, you can meet him. The sweat really poured here.
Will – I CAN??? Like so I can have a BABY?!?!?!
I had to shatter him with the news that it’s not a magic place where boys can have babies. He finds HUGE injustice in the fact that he won’t be able to be pregnant.
That night, we let our balloons go. (Just two, I know it’s not great for the birds). It was SO clear we could see them float for ages. I asked him if he remembered why. He just nodded and said ‘THANKS’ really loudly and I got a repeat hug.
He never ceases to amaze me. Oh and if you’re wondering where his pants are? He gallantly gave them to his friend who had a ‘there’s no bathroom’ in the park mishap… just added to the day!