Recently I had an appointment with the doctor and I had to bring my youngest son with me. While we were waiting (not so patiently) in the examination room, I leaned back on the examination table and my son (who of course insisted on sitting right next to me on the examination table) flopped across my middle and then lifted my shirt up to reveal my tummy.
“No zerberts,” I told him, hoping to avoid the obnoxious raspberry sounds.
“Mommy,” he said as he looked up to my face. “Your tummy is old.” He ran his fingers over my stretch marks. “You have wrinkles on your belly!” His face was all amazement and wonder.
“Yes,” I said “I got those when I carried you in my belly, silly.”
He appeared to consider this for a moment, then asked… “Do they hurt?”
I sighed. “Only when you talk about them.”
Here’s to all of the Moms out there with stretch marks and “old” bellies. You wear badges of honor, ladies!!!
