So, here I am, going about my day….and then WHAM! I hit the brick wall of my 5 year old’s honesty.
She tip toes in from gymnastics – walks right up to me, pats me on the stomach and says,
“Wow, Mommy….do you have a baby in your tummy? It is Reeeallllyy big.”
And I am instantly struck with the child-like urge to push her down.
But, you will be happy to know, I resist.
Not because I want to (the truth is – I really want to push her) but because I am a Mommy (read: adult who is supposed to have little to know sensitivity when it comes to dealing with the uncensored ramblings of small people)
I am expected to have thick skin when it comes to this type of thing, right? I mean….it isn’t like she was trying to hurt my feelings. But, it sort of made me want to grab a bag of Oreos. And push her down. I already mentioned that part, right?
Clearly, this is a sensitive topic for me. Because I have been wondering the very same thing about myself. It feels like I haven’t been to the gym since 1987. And I know my eating has been suspect.
Yet, I am surrounded by friends who ‘pshaw’ when I talk about it.
“you don’t need to lose weight.” “your eating is fine.” “you are TINY!”
But the small person doesn’t have that type of censoring. She calls is like she sees it.
And she sees what I have been trying to avoid: that I needed a little wake-up call.
Want to meet me at the gym in the morning?