Ashleigh: I’m baking a cake!
Me: Are you?
Ashleigh: YES! But ssshhhh. It’s a secret. I’m not going to tell you.
Me: Oh, okay.
Ashleigh: (whispering) Mummy, it’s a chocolate secret.
My oldest child is three. There are no secrets in our house.
She understands the concepts of secrets. Secrets are things you’re not supposed to tell people yet. Maybe because it’s a surprise for later. Maybe because only certain people are meant to know.
But there’s understanding a concept, and then there’s actually carrying it through. She might understand what secrets are, but she just can’t hold them in. Especially when indulging in her favourite hobby: the why question.
Why can’t I open daddy’s presents mummy?
Why can’t I tell him it’s a hat mummy?
Why can’t I tell you your present is a hat daddy?
When Cameron and I were trying (and trying) for a second child, we decided very early on not to tell Ashleigh straight away if I fell pregnant. We were definitely going to tell her before anyone else, but only when we were ready for people to know.
That didn’t happen. She knew straight away. In fact, she knew before we did.
Cameron returned home from work one day. We were in the, ahem, post-trying phase of the cycle. I had taken a pregnancy test and it had returned negative, and we were just waiting for the, ahem, cycle reset to arrive so we could get back on the, ahem, case.
Cameron had been giving Ashleigh a bath when he came into the lounge room and stood in front of me, hands on hips.
Me: Well what?
Cameron: Well what?! Do you have something you’d like to tell me?
Cameron: You can’t think of anything you’d like to tell me?
Me: Ummm… no?
Cameron: Our daughter informs me that you are pregnant.
Me: (silence) What?
Cameron: Ashleigh just said ‘Mummy has a baby in her tummy’.
Me: Oh. I – oh – um – I don’t know where that came from. We already know there isn’t.
Cameron: Oh. (sigh)
Me: Sorry, hon.
Cameron: Yeah. Me too.
A week later the, ahem, cycle reset still hadn’t arrived so I took another test. Two blue lines. Pregnant.
Yay! Woohoo! Hooray! And uh-oh. Ashleigh already knows.
Ashleigh broke the news to her music group the next time we attended. And to the checkout person at the supermarket. And to the postie. And our next-door neighbour. And her cousin.
She broke the news to anyone and everyone she saw.
So we told people a little earlier than planned. (Which turned out to be necessary anyway, as I was struggling to hide the baby bump the second time around.)
Ashleigh’s baby-whispering abilities also proved eerily correct when it came to predicting the sex of her sibling. From the get-go, she was convinced it was a boy.
And, of course, told everyone who cared to listen.
And we were delighted to confirm that news at the 20-week scan. Good thing we tend to share that kind of information anyway!
Secrets. No such thing.
Are there secrets in your house?
Linking with the delightful Josefa at Always Josefa for Conversations over Coffee (or in my case, a hot chocolate).