High Heels and Milkers

I've said many times before that I feel like I go through my days in this funny paradigm I call the mommy dance. It consists of a two-part step of wanting to hold onto the precious days/times of my little people contrasted to wishing/hoping/praying for bedtime to HURRY UP! I am holding on with one hand and pushing them forward with the other. The time will go all to quickly...of that, I am painfully aware. In the meantime, I am poking through the day battling frustrations and impatience while snatching up sweet memories and pieces of hysterical conversations. One transpired tonight.
***Before I share it, let me give you some context. When I brought home our 3rd born, my oldest was three and the middle was 17 months. This made a breast pump a necessity. Upon the numerous questions, the best explanation Cord could give was that mom was busy "milking". (I know! So barbaric...as if I didn't feel enough like Bessie the cow.) HENCE, in my family, my girls came to refer to our female upper body parts as "milkers". Lovely, isn't it. Sorry-TMI.

Anyway. Tonight, Ellie was overheard sharing with Saddler that her "milkers" were getting bigger. (Yeah,right. She's the most petite 6yr old ever) Saddler encouraged the discovery by telling her they were soon gonna be like Mommy's. The next question caught me off guard:

"Momma. When am I gonna get a bra?" (what! I didn't even know she knew what one was, much less the name of it!)

"Well, when you get older and you need one, I guess."

"Like when I am in big school? Well, what about this teacher at my school. I don't think she gets to wear one because she doesn't have milkers even though she's grown up. I hope I'm not like that!"

"I'm sure she (insert name of teacher) wears one, Ellie, she's just very tiny and thin and maybe you don't see it. But. God has made your body beautiful and special and He will make it grow when it's time."

"Oh, so why do people wear bras who don't have milkers?"

"To protect a lady's chest and to be modest, I guess."

"I get it! Just like the air cushions that pop out of a car in a wreck, huh, momma?!"

"Sure. Now go to bed."

"Momma, answer one more question for me. When do I get to wear high heels? Not the sharp pointy ones like you have but "clip clops" with the strap like the 3rd graders have at church?"

"Oh, Ellie. You have the rest of your life to be a grown up and wear high heels and have milkers, but never again can you go back to being a little girl. Let's just enjoy being 6 for now. Can we read a bedtime story....?"

High heels and milkers today, no telling what it will be tomorrow. Slow down, clock! Let me enjoy them while I can!!!