From the mouths of babes: Inside a 3-year-old’s mind

standard February 5, 2009 3 responses

“Where’s Daddy?”

“He’s coming home later, he has to go see a client.”
“Oh no! Is he scared?”
“No. Why would he be scared?”
“Because a client is… a client is… a client is a big scary animal with stripes!”
“Uh, no. A client is not a big scary animal with stripes. A client is… uh… ah…”
“Mommy, what’s a client?”
“A client is someone daddy goes to help after they get hurt.”
“Does daddy help them get better?”
“Not exactly, daddy helps them get money so they can pay the doctor who helps them get better after they get hurt or broken.”
“Why does a doctor need a pig?”
“No, not pig, pay. They give money to the doctors.”
“Why do they give money to the doctors?”
“Doctors like to help people, but we have to give them money, it’s their job.”
“Why do the people need doctors to fix them?”
“Well, remember when I told you that our bodies fix themselves when we have booboos? Well, sometimes people get hurt too badly for their bodies to fix themselves and they need a doctor to help.”
“Little L went to the doctor. Was she broken?”
“No, she was just sick. We needed medicine to make her feel better.”
“I have a booboo…”
“You don’t have a very big booboo. Your booboo will get better all by itself.”
“But it’s soooo big! It’s a big brown spot all over my knee!”
“Yes, it’s big, but I promise your body can fix it all by itself.”
“How mommy? How does my body fix itself?”

And I’ll admit, that’s when I gave up. I mean, how do you explain to a 3-year-old how the human body can sometimes heal itself, and sometimes it can’t? Heck, how do you explain cell regeneration? Or Anything else that goes into a body recovering from a bruise or a scratch? So, I, ah, went for an explanation she could grasp.

“There are teeny tiny little people inside your body that fix your booboos. They’re so small you can’t see them. No one can.”
“Are they fairies?”
“Uh, yeah! Yeah, that’s right, fairies.”
“With wings?”
“Maybe, I don’t know. They’re too small, no one has ever seen them.”
“Do they talk?”
“I’m sure they do, but no one can hear them.”
“I bet they talk. I think they say ‘Oh! You have a booboo, let’s go fix it!’.”
“You know what? I bet you’re right. I’m sure that’s exactly what they say.”

So let’s recap: M is a lawyer who sees scary animals with stripes clients so he can help them get money so they can pig pay doctors who fix them when they’re too broken for the teeny tiny fairies with wings to fix them on their own. Got it? Yeah, me neither. I’m just glad we got home right then. I have no idea where the conversation would have gone next. Probably back to M helping people, or maybe to who helps the fairies when they get hurt. Who knows. And M wonders why I’m always exhausted when we get home.

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3 responses

  • Anonymous

    “Motherhood is a full-time job.” What an understatement! No amount of money you could ever make, no amount you writing you could ever accomplish, however perfect, could come close to matching the precious love and hope you impart to the little ones through your quiet hope, silent smile, and your daily gaze into their very souls. For mothers are the very proof that God exists — and motherhood itself is that very language through which the Creator speaks to the little ones. Smile. Another perfect motherhood day, another job well done Jessica! God always sees to it that good mothers prevail.

  • oh, the things i have to look forward to! no wonder mommies are worn out every day!

  • And why do these conversations always take place in the car?

    I am so happy to know that little fairies WITH WINGS are fixing me up as we speak. 🙂

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