The other day, I was getting Rowan up for the day, and as is my usual “system,” I lovingly attacked/jumped on him while he was still in bed. This particular morning, he was laying on his tummy, so I effectively lay on his back and smushed him into his bed good and proper. He laughed in a big way, and didn’t try to evade me. I was his BIG weighted blanket for a minute there.
And then, he became very still.
“Is something wrong with your body, mommy?” he asked.
I had a little laugh on the inside, because what a question, hahaha! Body shame, much?? Hahaha! I replied that maybe my ribs were poking him a little bit, and I lifted up a little, so as not to make him uncomfortable. He assured me he wasn’t hurt or upset, but that something seemed wrong. He was curious.
So I lowered myself back onto him, so he could feel the difference.
He remained so still.
“Something is moving inside your body, mommy.”
What in the world was he talking about?? We both stayed very still…
“Its very small. Just a little poking. On my bum.”
My heartbeat. He could feel my heartbeat.
On his bum.
I laughed pretty hard at this. He was very nonchalant about it, but I thought it was terribly funny. Maybe you had to be there. But seriously, it was a good giggle for me.
How perceptive is this kid that he noticed my heartbeat through all of my clothes and his clothes and weighted blanket??? He’s bananas.