Unexpected pep talk

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I love my bed time chats with my girls.  It’s our chance to catch up, get questions answered and talk about life.  Usually I try to give them my full attention and offer some clarity, comfort, encouragement, support, love and the kind of knowledge that their young years cannot  grant them.  My hope is  that on some level they’ll remember and treasure this time as much as I do.  But tonight I walked out feeling like maybe, I got it all wrong.  I really have to listen more.

Eden: I wish I would have a little sister when I’m a teenager.

Me:  Huh. Ok, Why’s that?

Eden: So when I have a crush she can come and say “Oooh, is that your boyfriend?” and tease me in a cute way.

Me: Really? You’d like that?

Eden: Yup. How old do I have to be to go to high school?

Me: Fourteen.

Eden: So it goes  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14. That’s it? I’m already at 5, that was pretty quick!

Me: Tell me about it. Before you know it, you’ll be off to high school.

Eden: Wanna hear more?

Me: Sure.

Eden: 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21…. (And then goes on steadily counting to one hundred. To be clear, I just liked hearing her thoughts on life. If I had known otherwise I may have asked her to show me how good she was at counting by tens).

Eden: What?? I just counted to 100!  Oh My Gosh!  Are you so proud of me?

Me: Absolutely! That was awesome!

Eden: Wow! It’s like, I’m amazing!!!

Me: You are. And don’t you forget it.

Eden: I thought counting to 100 would take so many days, like a long, long time. See mama? When you think you can’t do something, you actually can.

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The darndest things -chicken pox

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one smart little chick

(Noa, when speaking about the importance of getting vaccines even though the needles hurt)

“What’s chicken pox mommy? ”

“Well, it’s a virus that makes you sick.  Red itchy dots appear all over your body and kids are more likely to get it than adults which is why you should get the vaccine.”

“Like, all over… ALL OVER?”  she raised a concerned eyebrow, “Even on your privates?”

“Yup, and your face and your hands.  I wish they had vaccines for it when I was little.  It can get quite uncomfortable and if your scratch the sores, you get scars like the one I have on my forehead.”

She looked closely, “Oh, that’s what that hole is.”

“It is not a hole, thank you very much.  It’s a constant reminder of many days at home bored and covered in calamine lotion -that’s a lotion for the itchiness.  One day I was playing cards and lost at Go Fish.  It was a dumb mistake.  I slapped my forehead and felt a pop.”

She caressed my forehead gently and tilted her head in empathy “How old were you when you got the chicken dots?” she asked.

“I was twelve,” suddenly I was flooded with the same adolescent drama of this unfairness, ” I got teased so badly.  Some kids called it a Paki-Dot, which is very rude and inaccurate so never say that. I hated it.”

“So for only twelve years you didn’t have it?”

“That’ s right’ ”

“Think of all the years it’s been with you.  It went everywhere with you.”

“You’re right honey, it’s not really a big deal.  I don’t really mind any more,”

I paused, wondering at the depth this was taking.

“But you gotta love it too mommy.  It’s so cute.  You had it for so long, it’s kinda like a friend.”

“I guess it is.  It gives me a story to tell and it’s what makes my face look like me now.”

“That’s how I’ll always know it’s you.”  she assured while lightly hovering over the scar with her index finger.

“Ok mommy, you can let the doctor pinch me with the needle”.♥