This was written on July 29th, 2014 but never went live
“I have one finger.” she said, matter of fact, one summer late morning during snack at the tender age of 2.5years.
“Do you want to know why?” I asked her this time, though I didn’t know what I was going to tell her.
“Yes…” she said but she was already busy playing with her pretend Bo on the Go bracelets.
“Because when you were in mummy’s belly something prevented your hand from growing.” I quickly found something to say but she lost interest soon after she said yes. I didn’t push on, because really which child of 2.5 years cares about how/what something happened to them when they were in their mummy’s belly.
I’m of the philosophy that kids should be allowed to go by in life through their own eyes and not through their parents eyes. They see things differently from us.
We, as parents of AOI, know that she has some fingers missing, she does know too. She doesn’t care what happened. All she cares is singing “Bo on the go, Bo on the go-oooo?” and learning Bo’s bad dancing moves.
Or more likely, running wild and free in the house of somewhere in the open air.