When we explained to Reagan that I have cancer, we told her that I will take medicine that may make me lose my hair. Ever since then, she's been adamant that I get a clown wig. In fact, it's pretty much all she talks about when "mommy not feeling well" is mentioned. Since getting home from the hospital, I've taken every opportunity to discuss any and all parts of this with her that she wants. If she asks about my boobies, we give her very straightforward answers - and her questions usually end up back to "When are you getting a clown wig, Mommy?"
A few days ago, she was leaving for school and came over to the bed to say goodbye. She had some change in her pocket and fished it out. She said "Here, Mommy. This is money to put towards your clown wig." So what is a good mommy to do?! Buy a clown wig, of course!! At first I was not totally on board with this. My thoughts were: I'll whack my boobs off for you, but I draw the line at wearing a clown wig. But then days passed, clown wig talk continued, and I had another realization. Why NOT? She's 4. If this is what it takes for my child to be okay with me being bald, or even being sick.. then WHY would I not humor her?
We surfed the Internet today for clown wigs, and I let her pick out whichever one she liked best. After several sites, lots of contemplation, and a ton of laughing.... my red Krusty the Clown wig has been ordered.
A few days ago, she was leaving for school and came over to the bed to say goodbye. She had some change in her pocket and fished it out. She said "Here, Mommy. This is money to put towards your clown wig." So what is a good mommy to do?! Buy a clown wig, of course!! At first I was not totally on board with this. My thoughts were: I'll whack my boobs off for you, but I draw the line at wearing a clown wig. But then days passed, clown wig talk continued, and I had another realization. Why NOT? She's 4. If this is what it takes for my child to be okay with me being bald, or even being sick.. then WHY would I not humor her?
We surfed the Internet today for clown wigs, and I let her pick out whichever one she liked best. After several sites, lots of contemplation, and a ton of laughing.... my red Krusty the Clown wig has been ordered.
Ah! what mothers do for their children! Do we call you Krusty now or Mommy K?? Good way to keep her laughing and on board with what's going on. Mama
ReplyDeleteYou are my Hero!!!
ReplyDeleteYou never cease to amaze me. I am so blessed to call you niece. Reagan may look just like her dad, but she's thinks and sounds just like you! What a lucky child. I want the first photo of you in your new persona. Love, Auntie
ReplyDeleteyou are too funny. I am sure that sense of humor brings you great strenth!
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