Silly Kid-isms
The Middle Wife I've been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second-grade classroom a few years back. When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few sessions with my students. It helps them get over shyness and usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it in to school and talk about it, they're welcome to. Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater. She holds up a snapshot of an infant. "This is Luke, my baby brother, and I'm going to tell you about his birthday. First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a seed in my Mom's stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord." She's standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I'm trying not to laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me. The kids are watching her in amazement. I'm sure I applauded the loudest. Ever since then, if it's show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder, just in case another Erica comes along.
"Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts saying and going, 'Oh, oh, oh, oh!' " Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. "She walked around the house for, like an hour, 'Oh, oh, oh!'" Now this kid is doing a hysterical duck walk and groaning. "My Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn't have a sign on the car like the Domino's man. They got my Mom to lie down in bed like this." Then Erica lies down with her back against the wall. "And then, pop! My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!" This kid has her legs spread and with her little hands are miming water flowing away. It was too much!
"Then the middle wife starts saying 'push, push,' and 'breathe, breathe.' They started counting, but never even got past ten. Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff, they all said it was from Mom's play-center, so there must be a lot of stuff inside there." Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat.
7 Comments:
I can't wait to hear what my kids say once they get to school. I know that as a teacher, I get to hear the most interesting interpretations of "parental conversation".
By Mrs. Falkenberg, At 11:38 PM
So that's how it happens!
By Anonymous, At 2:24 PM
Your words were richer than any video ever could be. That was beyond precious.
Play-center, indeed! Thanks for the unbelievable laugh. I'll have my wife read it, too. She's a teacher (K-3, and French) so she'll appreciate it as well.
By carmilevy, At 7:32 PM
How funny!
Don't you love kids honesty about life? I wish we didn't lose that as we grow older.
Thanks for the great story!
Michelle says hi :)
By Anonymous, At 7:39 PM
You made my day ! That got to be the best birth story ever ...
Michele sent me ; have a great weekend !
By Just a trumpet player, At 10:08 AM
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By Karen, At 4:20 PM
We don't need a camcorder for a side-splitting story like that. Well done, well done!
By Paul Nichols, At 5:40 AM
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