Againts all odds, my son asked me something like these.
“Is that where I live when I was a baby, Mom?” Pointing out to my belly.
“Yes, you were in my tummy for almost 43 weeks.”
He got surprised, his eyes were widen and continue asking another surprising question. “So, this is my first home?”
I nodded. Afterwards he approached closer and then hug me (oh well my tummy) tight. 😀
A simple daily convo as we always have. He considers my tummy as his first home and he’s right. In fact seeing it from bigger picture, my body is my home. This is the only place where I have live in from the day I was born to later when my time is up on the earth.
I’m taking care more of it.