Where do babies come from?(haibun)

When I was pregnant with my daughter, I had stopped working six weeks prior to giving birth. The six weeks at home with my son was a nice transition before his sister arrived. He would lean on my huge tummy and asked me earlier on in the pregnancy how the baby got there. He was only 2 and a half. I knew you could tell children the truth about many things and they would retain what they could grasp…make it simple, I was often told. And so I told him that Daddy had a seed that he gave to Mommy to make the baby grow in my womb (tummy). “How did it get there?” he asked. I explained that Mommy and Daddy kissed and hugged each other very tightly. He seemed to be satisfied with that.

Two years later my step-father had passed and my son felt sorry for my mother being alone. “Nanny,” he started, “You should have a baby so you won’t be so lonely.” She explained that she had to have a husband to have a baby. He responded, “Well, I could give you my seed from my testicle and you could swallow it and then you would have a baby.” My mother was SHOCKED but we always got a kick out of that cute story of pure kindness and innocence.

seeding
pure and natural
lovers kiss

© Tournesol ’15

MLMM – Heeding Haiku with HA

11 thoughts on “Where do babies come from?(haibun)”

  1. This reminds me of another ‘Where do babies come from story”.
    Little Johnny asks Mommy; “Where did I come from?” She hems and haws, goes into explanations suitable for his age. And after sometime the confused boy says; Max (who just moved into the area) says he came from New York.”

    From that one learns perspective 😉 And ask for details to understand the question 🙂

    Sibling bonding would be easier if as they got older they lived closer and actually listened to each other. But sometimes one has to settle for what they can get. Even if it is a laugh from a memory.

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