17 February, 2008
Mothers and Sons
Sonogram of the wee man. Can you see his little face?
When I was pregnant with the wee man, I knew I was having a son. There was no other option, a daughter was not in my cards. When the husband and I went for the amnio and the technician asked what we thought it was, I didn't even have to hesitate before answering, didn't matter what was on the screen, it was a son. And sure enough it was.
The relationship between my son and I has always been special. We have this mantra, there is no privacy, we're family. The reason I bring this up is because I read an article this weekend on nudity in families and do you let your children see you naked. I found it fascinating that statistics showed that when we were children lots of parents didn't encourage nudity, but even still those of us who have grown up with this are comfortable with it. I know in our house it's been 7 years since I've gone to the bathroom alone.
But I have to remember that not everyone is comfortable with this. Because the wee man is not old enough for me to allow him to go into a changing room alone yet (I guess that age will be when he turns 35, I'm kidding), if there isn't a family changing room (which creeps me out), I take him in the women's changing room after swimming. I'm starting to see looks like I shouldn'd be doing this, but for heaven's sake he's 6. He might be a little curious, but really he's harmless. I'm curious as to what other mothers of wee men do.