Picture this:
A mom and her five year old daughter walking through the supermarket together. The daughter is perched on the bottom of the cart, holding the bar, while the mom pushes the cart.
The little girl usually hums or sings a song or just talks to herself so sometimes the mother only half way listens. As they walk past the cheese section, the mother hears, “not a grown up so can’t have babies”.
Mom, “Hey, what are you talking about?”.
Daughter, “Well Mom, I’m not a grown up, so I can’t have babies yet, right?”
Mom, “Right, you must be a grown up and married to have babies.”*
Daughter, “Okay, So, you have to be a grown up to have babies. Even if you love the person. Right?”
Mom (wondering where in the world this is going), “Correct-o-mundo”
Daughter, “That’s alright. It’s just I love Andrew.”
This is where if you were in my head you would have heard that weird record scratch/rewind sound. It was followed by these thoughts in quick succession. What the??? You’re five! Your brother and sister didn’t like girls or boys at all when they were your age! Who is this Andrew kid? Do I need to have a talk with his mother? Ok, play it cool. Do not make a huge deal of this, she is only five after all and it is sort of cute.
Mom, “So, Andrew huh? Have you kissed him yet or anything.”
Daughter (with as much teenage eyeroll as she can muster), “We aren’t allowed to kiss at school. Duh!”.
I think, because of the age difference between Allison and her older brother and sister, she has hit some of her developmental stages early. She walked at 9 months, talked at 14, and was potty trained before her 2 year birthday.
This latest stage has thrown me for a loop.
*I know that you must not be these things, but for now, I would prefer my children to believe this is the case.
When I was in Kindergarten, I told my great grandmother that I wanted to marry Greg when I grew up. I was pretty disappointed when she told me that you can’t marry one of your brothers.
You know poor Andrew is probably no where near Allison’s maturity level. And the good news is she’s talking to you about it. All you can do is encourage her to continuously talk to you about these kinds of things even into her teen years.
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Oh and because I neglected to mention it before. I think you Allie and shopping cart drawing is amazing! I wish I could draw something that looked like the item I intended.
I had a crush on a boy named Justin when I was in Kindergarten. I told me teacher I had a really bad secret that I couldn’t tell anyone and she called my parents immediately to inquire as to what I might be referring to. I think it’s good that she’s so willing to be honest with you. wink, wink. You should play that up while you have the chance.
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