While Addie and I were in Chicago she was with me pretty much everywhere I went, including the bathroom.

One morning as I was showering I turned around to see her staring at me intently. It wasn’t a judgmental sort of stare, just the kind of stare kids give when they’re trying to figure stuff out.

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“Mom? Why do your legs sag?” I could tell she thought she was going to get in trouble for asking.

“They’ve carried me for 30 years, you for 8 and Vivi for 2, they’re just a little tired of holding me up, that’s all.”

I can remember staring at my mom the same way and wondering the same thing, now that I have her legs down to the extra padding on my knees? I know it’s even more important that I don’t say anything negative about myself, especially in front of Addie, because my saggy knees may one day be hers and she needs to know that they’re really good knees, just not the ones magazines tell us we should have.

“Mom? Do you ever play with your chest?”


“Why not?”

“Why would I?”

“They just look fun, they’re so jiggly and floppy.”

“Daddy says the same thing sweetheart.”


“Nothing. Room service?”


May I be able to forever maintain the beauty of my squashy parts.


  1. Catie walked in on me getting out of the shower, pointed at the cellulite on my thighs and asked why I had “wobbly bumps” there. I told her it’s just how God made me.

    I would’ve been more offended, but cellulite is hereditary, so the universe is probably going to take care of this for me. (Sorry, girl-children of mine.)

  2. LOVE this post.

  3. I love this post!
    One time my ex-husband called me and told me that our daughter was talking to her step-brother and said “My mommy has fir on her china” (we call our vagina ‘china’)I was so embarrassed, i had to remind her that she cant talk to other people about our personal business.

  4. bah-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!!

  5. love how you handle this. My husband and I were having what I thought was a private conversation where I was feeling sorry for myself about being overweight. Thanks to having twins and my anxiety meds I weight oh 50 lbs more than I want to/is healthy. I called myself fat and then my daughter came in and said cheerfully “I’m fat!” It broke my heart. My two year old doesn’t know what it means and certainly isn’t, but I know I never want her to think that about herself or feel the way I do about myself. Always think of the way you handle Addie’s questions. Good job mama!

  6. I LOVE that you said daddy thinks so too.

  7. oh how i love you.

    you are exactly perfect to be the mom of girls.

  8. Frances says:

    She’s just so innocent! Loved this!! 😀

  9. 1. when did she get so grown up looking?

    2. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahah

  10. Lol, oh Addie…. Hilarious.

    My three year old recently told me my ‘naked’ is not the ‘samest’ as her naked. No dear…. No its not 🙂

  11. I love this. Such a sweet inquisitive girl you’ve got!

  12. Thank you for the reminder. I forget that my body gets to look the way it does because of the hard work it’s preformed.

  13. omg, “jiggly and floppy”! outta the mouths of babes, huh? I like your answer, too.

  14. I think your “squashy parts” post is one of my favorite of all time.

    This one… also goes right to my heart.

  15. Yes!
    I know this is a super late comment, but I literally laughed out loud. My husband says the exact same thing as well! 😉
    Nice distraction too!