Where Did I Come From?
Being a single mother, I wanted to do everything perfectly
when it came to raising my son. One day, he came to me
with the age-old question....'Mom, where did I come from?'
Since I considered myself a fairly hip, enlightened woman,
I immediately stopped what I was doing and sat down with
my six-year old child to begin the oh-so important explan-
ation about the birds and the bees. I navigated, fairly
cleverly I thought, through the basics, explaining what I
believed a six-year old would understand. He listened
intently, his eyes never leaving my face, never once
interrupting me and seemingly very interested in what I
had to say.
I was feeling quite proud of myself, feeling as though I
had met and managed a milestone in the 'motherhood' depart-
ment. My pleasure with my success was short-lived, however,
when my son looked directly at me, his head cocked slightly
to one side and said 'No, mom not sex. I mean like Lisa came
from Pensacola, where did I come from?'
You just never really know what is going on in their little
minds, do you??