When I was little and people spoke of missionaries going to the MTC (mission training center)
I mistook it for them journeying to the
empty sea;
envisioning a dirty, vast, empty canal like pit, going on for miles, filled with desks and hard working missionaries.
What a romantically devastating environment.
I was extremely disheartened when I found out the truth.
Lou had a similar discovery this week.
He asked me what it means when someone calls you a light saber?
I explained to him what a light saber was, which of course he already knew, and then we moved on to trying to figure out why someone would call him that.
He finally worded his question differently.
Mom, they said to me -
Thank you, you are a light saber.
What does that mean?
Lights went on.
Lou, you're not a light saber.
You're a life saver.
You did something to help them that they appreciated. :)
Tricky words.
Ruckus arrived in my room yesterday while I was nursing the baby.
He was curious about the process and asked if the milk came out of my belly button.
Feeling like this was a great teaching moment - to explain one of the purposes of the female body - how amazing it is that a Mama can nourish her baby - and to possibly explain the purpose of breasts without a sexual connotation being associated - I educated him on the lactation process.
Ruckus was such a good student. He was being serious, asking questions, and I felt like he really understood. He looked up at me and said,
I have got to tell Lou.
Good, I thought. Tell Lou. How wonderful to share this information and not be silly about it.
... but I made one mistake my friends. My verbiage was off.
All of a sudden I hear Ruckus yell,
"Lou, guess what?
MOM SAID
BOOBIES!"
Laughter erupted.