Breasts
My mom called me this morning, and said “I just wanted to make sure you are still a woman!”
I said “Why is my voice deeper?”
“No, I had a dream you were having a sex change operation”, she said.
I laughed so hard, I was crying. ME??!
She said I had lost a lot of weight (in reality I have lost 17 pounds so far), cut my hair short (I really am getting a hair cut next week), and was wearing baggy clothes to hide the fact that I have breasts.
Now I love being a woman, and having breasts is a good part of being a woman. I know it is important to Dan too. He would not like it if I tried to get rid of my breasts.
Now, if I had to have a mastectomy (which I thought was a possibility a couple of years ago), I would deal with it. But in general, I like my breasts.
When I told Dan about the dream tonight, the older kids heard me. Shawn said “You can’t mom, dad wouldn’t go for it.”
I told him not to worry, I love being a mom, I love being married to a man, and I love being a woman who likes her breasts.
They may not be as firm as I would like, and they may bounce more because of being stretched by breast-feeding seven (yes, seven!) babies- but I am fond of them. I think Dan is too. He makes it pretty clear that he likes them.
Anyhow, mom, dad, I am NOT having a sex change operation, and I will flaunt my breasts next time I see you to prove it if I have to. (Just kidding dad, I wanted to make you blush!)
breasts, dreams, woman, married, mother
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