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Topic: FEET (01/17/19)
- TITLE: So Huge
By Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom
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Aunt Julie rubbed her belly. “Whoa, Kiddo! There’s a baby in here.”
Dropping her eyes to her aunt’s bulging belly, Wrigley giggled. “When’s she coming?”
Aunt Julie kissed Wrigley’s forehead. “Soon, Kiddo. Help me take my shoes off. My feet are literally killing me.”
Gasping, Wrigley dropped to her knees and tugged on Aunt Julie’s shoe. She pulled until both shoe and sock flew off, and Wrigley fell over backwards.
Mommy came in and helped Wrigley remove the other shoe and sock.
Wrigley pointed. “Wow, look how huge—”
“Hush, Wrigley,” Mommy said as she pushed Wrigley toward the other room. “Go play and give us a chance to talk.”
Wrigley stuck out her lip and pointed again. “But, look! I wanna know—”
Mommy raised her right eyebrow and glared. Wrigley knew that look meant trouble, so she smashed her lips together. She shuffled to the other room, but then stopped. “But Mommy, I have a question.”
Mommy raised her eyebrow so high, Wrigley couldn’t tell where her hair started and her eyebrow began. Defeated, Wrigley stomped off. She plopped down on the kitchen chair, watching the adults while she cried. When no one came to check on her, she started to wail.
Finally, she heard footsteps. Wrigley swiped her nose with her sleeve. Mommy scooped her up, sat in the chair, and handed her a tissue. “Use this, not your sleeve.” Mommy sighed. “Wrigley, don’t cry. I hushed you because I didn’t want you to hurt Aunt Julie’s feelings. She’s pretty emotional right now.”
Wrigley squirmed in Mommy’s lap. “I’d be ‘motional too.” She scrunched up her face and snuggled into Mommy’s arms.
Mommy smoothed Wrigley’s hair with her hand and took a deep breath. “I know you said you had some questions. I should’ve talked to you and your brother about this months ago, but it’s hard to explain. I know you and Camden know how babies are made, but you’re probably wondering how Julie could get pregnant without being married.”
Wrigley twisted around to look at Mommy. She was surprised to see her red face and splotchy neck. Shaking her head, Wrigley put her hands on Mommy’s cheeks. “Don’t be silly, Mommy. A woman doesn’t have to be married to have a baby.”
Suddenly, Wrigley snatched her hands off her mother’s face and gulped. “Is that why God’s gonna let Aunt Julie die, cuz he’s mad that she's having a baby without a husband?” Wrigley buried her face in Mommy’s arms and sobbed.
This time, Wrigley heard heavy footsteps. She looked up and saw Aunt Julie waddling across the room.
She sat down next to Wrigley. “Hey, Kiddo, God’s not mad at me. I made a mistake, but I asked Jesus to forgive me, and I promised to try not to repeat it. He died for everyone’s sins, even mine. You know that.”
Wrigley crawled over and tried to sit in her aunt’s lap, but slid off. Aunt Julie caught her and pulled her into a tight hug and said, “So why are you crying?”
Wrigley pointed to her aunt’s feet. “Cuz you said your feet are killing you. Look. They’re ‘bout ready to explode!”
Mommy and Aunt Julie laughed. Mommy rubbed her daughter’s back and said, “That’s just a saying. She didn’t really mean it that way.”
“Yeah, Kiddo, my feet ache and trying to squish them into my shoes hurts, but it’s normal for pregnant women to get fat feet.”
Wrigley shook her head again. “But you said they were literally killing you. Whenever someone on TV says literally, Mommy screams, ‘Literally means really!’”
Nodding, Aunt Julie said, “You’re right. My bad. But I promise my feet aren’t going to explode and kill me.”
Wrigley scrambled to the floor, ran, and grabbed the stool. She lifted her aunt’s feet and plopped them down on top of it. “When my kindergarten teacher had her baby last year, she told us about grav-tee. The baby smooshed all the water down to her feet. Your feet are huger than hers. They look like Nama’s bread before she bakes it!” As Wrigley hugged her aunt, she wiped her snotty nose on her aunt's shirt.
Aunt Julie laughed, but Mommy just raised her eyebrow.
Wrigley muttered, “Sorry.”
Aunt Julie tickled Wrigley. “Eeeewwwww. I hope my baby’s like you, just not so gross!”
Finally, Mommy laughed too and hugged them both.
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