It’s why my children know all of their body parts by their proper medical names. Granted, they both call their toes “piggies” and Witchling misunderstood “piggies” so he has “pickles”…but they know their genitalia by medical names that would be found in a biology text book.
While I was pregnant with Witchling, Witchlette, then 2, asked where babies come from.
The Eather. Spirits are in the Eather before someone is born and aftersomeone has died.
No Mama, after that.
They grow in mommies’ bellies.
No mama, before that. How do they get into the mommies’ bellies?
Ok…this was my put your money where your mouth is moment.
Daddies have seeds and mommies have eggs. Daddies give a seed to the mommies. The mommies put the seed into the egg and the egg goes into her belly where the baby grows.
Fast forward two years. She explained to her friend over lunch (with both me and friend’s mom present) where babies come from.
Fast forward to last night.
Rather than an Asgard story, Witchlette asked for science. We talked about DNA. And how DNA starts in the seed and egg.
How does the seed and egg get into the belly?
Ok… mechanical question? Nope. I’m not ready for that.
So, I put my theological beliefs into it: Magick.
Magick to me is science and metascience. Flowers blooming is Magick. Sun rising is Magick. Conception is Magick.
Is that really true?
Yes, sweety, it is. And maybe in a few years Mama will be ready for the mechanics of how the seed gets to the egg and how the egg gets to the belly.