Today I thought about some conversations I’ll be having with my kids when they’re older.
The fun ones, like “Cat if you’d been a boy I’d have named you Baby Boy’s name, but you weren’t so I had to do some Googling to find you a name.”
Or adversely “Baby Boy, I’ve had your name picked out for years. If you’d been a girl I’d have had to do some more Googling to find you a name.. But you weren’t so crisis avoided.”
I do not, however, think about the scary conversations. For instance ones that start with “Momma where Daddy is?” or “Momma why don’t Brother and I have a Daddy?”
So instead I think of other conversations, like the ones I had with my mom. Like about premarital sex and interracial relationships. Those topics are so much more comfortable for me. I am a weenie mom.