Yesterday was a teacher work day, which means no students. It was awful. I was weepy and emotional all day. I had a break down every time someone asked 'how's the baby?' Of course those poor souls were just making polite small talk, not expecting a 28 year old woman to start sobbing right before their eyes.
I was really afraid that I'd do the same thing today when my students started with the baby questions. But I didn't. It was a belated Christmas miracle.
And it was fortunate too, because they sure did lay it on thick with the questions. Here are a few of my favorites (BTW, I'm a bilingual second grade teacher, so my students are native Spanish speakers 7 and 8 years old):
- Does your baby drink milk from your booby?
- Where is your baby?
- Does she drink milk from her grandma's booby?
- Does she speak English or Spanish?
- If you're white and her dad is black how come she's Mexican?
- Why didn't you have twin babies?
- If you had twin babies could one be white and one be black?
- Was she naked when she came out of your tummy?
- Do you have another baby in your tummy?
- When are you going to have another baby in your tummy?
- Will that baby be black or white?
Then after school at the faculty meeting, in front of a mixed group of coworkers, a TEACHER asked "What did it feel like when the baby was coming out?" Not wanting to top my embarrassment from yesterday's public wailing, I said "Oh, it's not so bad."