:: Daddy, how do you make babies? :: May 24, 2007Posted by Minci 先生 in Everyday Life, Love and Relationship.
“A baby is born with a need to be loved – and never outgrows it”
– Frank A Clark
I suppose every child would come to a point in life when they’ll ask their mum or dad that difficult question.
“How do you make babies?”
It was one of those relaxing evenings when my dad would babysit my younger sister and I whilst my mum had some sort of ‘social errands’ to run. A flashback scene in a movie would show you a clear image of my dad busy tidying up the place for us to sleep. At 6 PM! Sarawak time. I was probably 4 or 5 years old and had just taken my bath because I smelt nice and for further proof my face was covered with a thick layer of Johnson’s talcum powder. Did my dad think he’s raising a child in a Chinese Opera family or something?
“Daddy.. gine molah baby?” [Daddy, how are babies made?]
I can see that he was busy sorting out the blankets (or pretending?) but he was surprisingly calm and gave me this answer.
“First I make a dough from eggs, flour, sugar and colouring. I mix them up well… then, I make the dough into the shape of a baby with eyes, nose, arms and legs. Once I’m done, I give it to mummy for her to eat so the baby will be kept safely in her stomach. Once it’s ready to be a real baby, it’ll come out “
My dad looked so wise at the time. As a child, you tend to take every word as the truth and actually remember them to heart. ‘Oh.. so the stomach is like an oven then,’ I thought. I am sure my dad was grateful that I didn’t ask why my sister is slightly dark-skinned than me. He might have to elaborate nonsensically on his choice of colouring essences or ‘baking’ technique.
So, what’s your story? Or if you are a parent, what would you tell your children?