Friday, October 14, 2005

the day of my breasts

Sometimes I forget they’re there. Sometimes they need that (oops, hope no one’s looking) adjustment ….yes, I adjust my boobies like a man adjusts his privates. Men, just be glad you don’t have underwires in your jockey shorts.

There was a day not so long ago where I made that appointment to get squished. It was awkward and embarrassing to be in a hospital gown being “adjusted” by a female x-ray technician.. not one of my happiest moments, but I just kept telling myself, “I’m doing this so I may someday be a grey-haired grandma playing on the floor with all my grandkidlets”.

I thought about breast cancer while driving back to work. My mom died of breast cancer. She hated going to the doctor and never got a check up. I thought if I got sick, I’d cut them off in a heartbeat to stay alive and be around for my kids (then I could get a boob job and be all perky…(kidding). Needless to say I wasn’t having a sexy, I feel good about my body, kinda day.

That night, while reading and snuggling with my three year old son, he slyly cops a feel. I take this (woah, where’d that come from?!) moment to talk to him about people’s privates and how we should keep our hands to ourselves. I asked him why he did that and he said, “Cuz they’re pretty.”

Boys are male-ish and males are boyish. And mommy has pretty, healthy boobies. And life goes on.


Jamie Dawn said...

He's only three, and I think at that age, our breasts are just like comfortable pillows to lean on. I remember my daughter leaning on my best friend's large chest and saying, "These are like pillows." We had such a laugh, because mine are considerably smaller and less pillow like than hers. It is years later, and we still chuckle about that.

Lightning Bug's Butt said...

I'd be happy to manually check for abnormal lumps -- God forbid.

mckay said...

LOL...hey aren't you married??