I’m seven-and-a-half months pregnant, which means there’s a LOT of talk about babies in our house these days. Isabelle has learned where babies come from thanks to The Baby Tree by Sophie Blackall and several conversations with us. Isabelle knows that before she was in my belly, she lived in my heart. (See this post from last year for my explanation of where she resided before conception. I must say, my response to her question about “where was I before I was born?” stuck.)
Recently, Isabelle wanted to know how Marc and I met. He told her, “on the computer.” Since that sounded shady to me, I explained JDate to her. Yesterday morning, Isabelle had more questions while we were getting ready for a marathon coloring session.
“Where was me when you and Daddy met on the computer?”
“We met on JDate, Isabelle. That’s a site on the internet where Jews go to meet other Jews who want to have a Jewish family.”
“Oh. Well, where was me?” she asked.
I looked at her and didn’t answer. She smiled. “I was in your heart?!!?”
“Yes, you were in my heart.”
“Was I in Daddy’s heart?”
“Yes, you were in Daddy’s heart too.”
“Where was my brother?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Was my brother in your heart too?” (Keep in mind, even though her brother is still in my belly, she talks about him as if he’s already here.)
“Yes, of course, he was in my heart,” I replied.
Isabelle got quiet for a minute. I could tell a big idea was brewing.
“We were in your heart together, Mommy. We were playing.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet,” I replied. “I like thinking of the two of you playing together in my heart. That makes me happy.”
“Yeah, but it was dark,” she said. I started to worry where she was going to go with this, but she turned it around. “We couldn’t see each other well, but we were playing in your heart together.”
“I love that,” I said drawing her in for a hug.