Kids Say the Darndest Things

When the big girl asks me about my “boo-boos”, I’m not quite sure if she’s referring to my breasts or my scars or if they’re now one in the same to her. So far, it hasn’t been a problem to show her inside my shirt.  The scars are covered by thin white strips and the clear plastic that keeps them in place.  I can shower with them on and tomorrow my surgeon will take them off, unveiling fresh wounds.
I had shielded the girls from my scars directly after my last surgery knowing that the initial gruesome imagery would likely freak them out.  Now that they are used to seeing Mommy with lines across her boobs instead of nipples, this won’t be much of a shock.  However, seeing an incision just one week post-op is a very different sight to behold.  So I plan to exercise modesty once more, at least for a little while.
Last night, while my mother was putting the little one to sleep and after my mother-in-law had bathed the big girl and lifted her out of the tub (what I would do without the support of these amazing women, I have no idea!), the big one asked if I would put her to bed.  On our way into her room she asked me, “Mommy, what’s going to happen to your boo-boos?” I replied, “They’re going to heal.”  Ten minutes later, after she was dressed in her jammies and in her bed, she looked up at me and said, “Where are your boo-boos going in high-heels?”  I think she’s going to be relieved to see my scars again in lieu of the visual she apparently has… of my breasts walking away in high heels. Oh, how I love my little fashionista!

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