Earlier today when I was unloading the dishwasher, Leah and I were talking about people having surgery and how they were sewed back together afterwards (Leah initiated this conversation). I explained to her that they used some sort of thread or staples to sew them together, and that it was not like the thread we use to sew cloth or the staples we use to staple paper. I just said that I was not sure what it was made of, but that it was different. She responded saying, "Oh. You don't know because you are not a doctor!"
Me: Yes, that's right.
Leah: So what are you?
Me: What do you mean?
Leah: What ARE you?
Me: Oh. I am a Mama.
Leah: I know you are a Mama, but what ARE you?
Me: I am just a Mama. That is what I do everyday.
Leah: I see. You are a nothing!
Me: What???
Leah: You are just a nothing.
I thought about that for a minute as we were still unloading the dishwasher together. Then our conversation continued.
Me: I know what I am, I am a domestic engineer.
Leah: What is that?
Me: You know, I take care of all of you--Daddy and the children, I cook, I clean, I teach, I do things with yall and take you places.
Leah: That's not anything. You are a nothing.
Then she skipped off to play.
I must say that I once had that mentality! Now, my mind is completely boggled by all that "Mamas" do! And, I wonder how in the world will I be able to do it all! Love you for being "a nothing!"
ReplyDeleteYou need to save that conversation for when Leah becomes a "Mama." You are a GREAT "nothing" by the way!
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uh-oh!
ReplyDeleteThat is great. I wish all I had to do was Nothing. It is amazing how many jobs and "titles" that homeschooling moms have.
ReplyDeleteOh, I think I would have went into the bathroom for a cry! I am sure she will be so grateful when she is older and has kids of her own, probably before that, too.
ReplyDeleteThat Leah!!!! It will be great fun for her when she grows up and becomes "a nothing" to look back and read this! :) Hope ya'll had a great day yesterday, wished ya'll could have been here!
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