There is a lot of egg talk these days … it’s the season, I get it, it’s Easter. But, I never expected the egg conversation I had with my post-bath, naked eight year-old.
He approached me with a quizzical look on his face and his package in his hand. Yes, keeping track of that thing, as if it’s going to get lost, is a habit that starts young. He continued by asking, “In these two things is what makes a baby?” Oh no, not right now …
I gulped and answered, “Yes, those are your testicles and they make what helps in making a baby. Stay calm.
“So, these are my eggs?” Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh.
“No, women have eggs, you have sperm.” Whew that was an easy one. I got this.
“If I have two of them, does that mean I’ll have two babies?” Oh, my! I wonder if he thinks men that have six kids have six testicles? Or one kid with one?
“No, your body will make millions of sperm in your life time.” Why is this conversation not coming to an end?
“Ohhhh!?!” He blankly stared at me, then turned and left empty-handed.
As parents, we get a lot of kid questions and some have an automatic answer, the replies you don’t even think about, you just say. Then, occasionally, there are the questions you give a second thought to, the ones which piqued your interests and you think, Let’s not throw the baby out with the bath water … at least not yet.
The question posed by my eight year-old, that opened the flood gates was, “Is there any chance, I can put my mouth directly under the water on the frig to drink it?” Of course, he was talking about the water dispenser on the outside of the refrigerator door and as responsible parents, we all know the answer to that.
In quickly reviewing his “chances” in my head, my immediate answer, “There is no chance.” Then like a flash flood, without warning, I jumped up and said, “Okay, but let me push the button!” I continued, “It’s all about angles. Watch the water and think about where it’s going to go, that’s where you have to place your mouth.”
I think he figured it out!
“Every year of life is so cool!” I heard my almost eight year-old say. I looked up from the cutting board and dinner prep I was working on and saw Azul lying on the couch with the computer. This scene has been played out before, with me cooking and him keeping me company, while also in his own world, doing his own thing. There are so many times I just watch him and wonder what’s going on in his head, asking myself, “What is he thinking about?”
Occasionally he gives me a peek inside and I feel like Alice in a land of awe and wonder, instinctively wanting to investigate and discover all that I can. Many times his conversations have to do with a new computer game and sometimes he shares his perceptions of the world around him.
I asked, “What is Every Year of Life?” I though it was a new Sims or Minecraft server.
“You know, like, living. It’s so cool!”
I started my journey down the rabbit hole as he continued.
“Every year I get bigger and I get to do more things and things change. Like, I was in preschool and at a different school and now I’m not there. And now at Prep I’m not in the Tiny Tots anymore, I’m with the big kids. It’s just so cool. I get to do new things.”
I stood there grinning like a Cheshire cat. After all Azul is right, every year of life is cool. Sometimes we just need to be awakened by the philosophical mind of a child.