I was NOT a very “tiny” pregnant woman…I’m talking rest the plate on your belly to eat (standing up) kind of big. People had a lot of fun with it, except for my husband who thought it was ridiculous, and I rather enjoyed that time myself. It was truly a ton of fun having the attention and service of everyone who crossed your path. People would literally go out of their way to help me while I was growing my kids INSIDE my body; And I guess you could say that was where the dillusion of “The Village” of parents began for me.
One morning, when my youngest daughter was five, I received a call at my office saying she was "missing". Close friends from Germany, who had three children themselves, were visiting and I'd consequently given my regular babysitter the day off. "Oh Alexa is probably just hiding under one of the beds as a prank" I attempted to reassure them. "We've checked the entire house, she is missing" they repeated again in an anxious tone. "When was she last seen?" I asked. "Out in the front yard watching Dominik [their pre-teen son] skate. Dominik came in but he did not bring her with him. When we went outside to find her, she was gone."
A few months ago my nine year old daughter Ally and I went out to lunch with my aunt. We were just about to place our drink orders when Ally looked up and said "Auntie, you should order Root Beer." Not a big fan of soda, my aunt bit her lower lip and said, "Well Ally, I haven't had a Root Beer in a long time, maybe I should just get an iced tea." Not one to back down, Ally stated boldly, "No Auntie, you should get the Root Beer, it will make you feel like a kid again!". Her determined commercial endorsement bowled not only us over, but also everyone at the table behind us. We ALL ordered Root Beer.