The geekdaddy and I have always tried to be very honest with our kids. When they ask questions we try to answer as truthfully as possible in language that they will understand. Several times we’ve been having conversations with the geekdaughter about various things and I’ve sat back and wondered if she ever repeats any of these conversations at nursery, because if she does they’re going to think we’re extremely strange…
For example, we’ve been completely up front with her about how her brother spent two years in the freezer before he was born. Yes through the wonders of IVF my kids were technically “made” at the same time, and whilst the geekdaughter was implanted back immediately, the geekson lived in an (albeit very high-tech) freezer until we decided we were ready to try for another child. Which did get us into a little bit of a pickle when she asked us
Where was I before I was born Mummy? Was I in the freezer like my brother?
Really no answer to that one…
But I think we’ve surpassed ourselves this time.
As I mentioned before, the geekdaddy has had a little operation this week. Immediately afterwards it was obvious to everyone, even the geekdaughter, that he was in a certain amount of discomfort, and she asked him what was wrong. He very carefully explained the whole thing to her, about how he and I had decided that our family was complete, that we didn’t want to risk having any more babies, and we wanted to spend all our efforts with her and her brother. How Daddy had been to see the doctor who had helped to make sure we couldn’t have any more babies. She listened very carefully, with genuine concern for her father as he explained (in simple terms) the procedure. At the end her eyes widened, and she said
Ow, that must have hurt Daddy
Since then she’s been great. She’s been very careful around her father, giving him very gentle cuddles, and being very understanding when we’ve had to vary the bedtime routine for a couple of days to work around what he does and doesn’t feel comfortable doing. We were congratulating ourselves on how compassionate our little girl was being, and didn’t think anything could possibly go wrong.
Until yesterday afternoon, when I collected her from nursery. She merrily marched up to one of the room leaders and announced (loud enough for everyone to hear)
My Daddy’s got a stitch in his willy
Think it’s going to take us a while to live that one down…