The mama of his children

We had a most amusing exchange today, while I drove him back from gym class (gym class deserves a separate blog post of its own, so I won’t go into that for nowur o).

I was recounting how excited Calista was to see Christian come home earlier today, and described in vivid detail how she went “gorgorr” once she heard his voice, whimpered a little till i asked if she wanted to leave the room, nodded emphatically, and scurried out to see him. The smile that she gives him, with the light going all the way up to her crinkly eyes, is simply so sweet.

Anyway, he was asking why she needed so much sleep etc., and I explained that Calista was small and had lots of growing up to do. He started counting his age.. 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. He paused at 10 and asked if he was going to primary school at 10. A

And so the topic turned to the different types of school at the different ages. He asked where he would be at 19, and I told him “probably in the army”. He was sanguine about it, having heard of this from his dad before. He then asked 'what about 20?” I threw the question back at him, and he said “I will go and find a girlfriend then.”

I burst out laughing, before asking why he needed to search for a girlfriend.

“So that my children will have a mama…”

I asked him how he was going to find her.. and he replied with a little note of worry ‘I don’t know… will she be a stepmother??”

Boy was I tickled. After some explaining on the definition of stepmother, he concluded that the woman he finds will not be a stepmother, because the babies will ‘come out from her right’.

The clincher was when he asked “But i don’t know..how to find one with an egg inside?”

Surprised and bemused, I decided it was time to deflect this back to the person who started my son’s sex ed with talk of eggs etc. “Oh, go ask your father.”

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On a side note, it’s been a while since I had a blog-worthy conversation with Christian. It made me realise that I’ve had very little one-on-one time with him ever since the maid left…his deepest thoughts and fears are revealed only when he has some personal time with his daddy and I.

And his father’s take on this was..children have their own worries too, even if they don’t tell us, and although we may think they are ridiculous. It must be the same for God, who looks down at us and our all-consuming fears about life, amused at our trivialities.