My legs: A positive result of strong genes and good gams on both sides.
My nose: A fluke.
My boobs: Well. My boobs....
When I started this blog, (and it had a different name), I shared the story about how at an early age, I saw my Great Grandmother getting dressed and putting on a bra (a "brassiere" she called it) over some sort of medieval looking Spanx getup (It was the late 70's... which meant her undergarments were from the late '50's). Long story short, I remember watching her with wonderment-- How is it possible for boobs to fall that low? Were they ALWAYS like that? Will she trip over them?
30 years later, I've figured out the answers to those questions, and frankly, I'm not so happy about the "knowing" part. Lacking in size, my boobs are not. But lacking in all things Sophia Vergara, they most certainly are. Though my boobs have never been a deterrent on the boy front (in fact, I was felt up 2 years before I even had my first kiss), it's an area that I've always been self conscious of....
Oh, and breastfeeding a baby who wiggled and squirmed like an Octopus getting electrocuted, did not help.
Anyway, this is all coming up because of a lovely little exchange I had with my 3 year old this morning. Amidst a lovely lego fort building session, Jonah leaned in to give me a hug.
J: "Mommy, why are your boobies so weeeeird."
Me: "Huh?! My boobies are weird?!"
J: "Yeah. They're just ... (wiggling his body), so WOBBLY and like... (He lays back with his mouth gaped open like a corpse)... THAT."
Before I let my mind start racing with all the things that "That" could mean, I nod, say "thank you" for his observation, and knock over his fucking fort. NO. I'm kidding. He knocked it over. And that was that.
What I'm getting at here, is that I was obviously NOT NAKED during our little boobie extravaganza, so a) why did he think about this and b) are my boobs, covered by pajamas, seriously that "weird???"
Have your kids ever commented on your body? How do you respond?