Children are clean slates that get written on, and the fun fact is that their innocence makes them believe most of, if not all of the things they are told by adults, because they see adults as mini god, they obviously can't be wrong, so we believe everything told to us, especially when it comes from our parent, particularly our mom, our primary source of information and care. I remember always watching an interesting advert of lady care sanitary pads as a little girl, it was one of my favorites advert growing up as it was always filled with young girls singing and dancing step, step 8 hours long, no stain no check but no matter how hard I tried, I never really understood what they were advertising and what it was used for, I would always ask my mum or aunt and they will end up telling me when I reach there, I will cross the bridge, meaning when I need to know I would. Of course, I wasn't satisfied with such an answer, and just went for, the stuff probably gave the girls the grace to dance well. My mum and aunt probably weren't using theirs well, the reason why they couldn't step like the girls in the advert. I promised to get one myself mine, only if my personal bank 🏧, that is my mum, could dispense my little savings of visitor's tips, but alas! All the food, clothes, school fees, books, etc I had were apparently supported by my savings, according to my mum. I felt poor and used, but there was nothing much I could do, after all, I enjoyed everything she listed, did that stop me from saving with her, No, not until I became wiser and my own financial adviser lol 😂.
The Lie
As a young child, I was always curious, and one of my questions was how my mum got pregnant with my baby sister in her womb, was it after the morsel she likes eating (EBA and fufu)she answered me "yes", lol, after my sister was born, I remember feeling she was the most beautiful creature I had set eyes on, so adorable I cried and wanted another baby. Those days, it was a herculean task for me to finish my meals, I preferred rice, sweets, and biscuit to eba or fufu, so my mum used that trick on me, that If I wanted another baby, I had to start eating eba very well, naive me accepted, and became serious eating eba and fufu very well, but my big stomach reduced every time I used the toilet, I started doubting her claim but in few years my mum became pregnant again, my happiness knew no bound, I love babies like that.
CONCLUSION
All that was rectified some years later thanks to my few bad friends who caught on to the real idea of how people get pregnant early, and my biology teacher's detailed explanation with my full attention in class, did the rest. I became well knowledgeable on the whole fact surrounding getting pregnant and the weird reason Mum couldn't tell me was just a form of protection, I was too young to know I guess, as for the sanitary pads, I got to know what they were used for too still from the same sources before my actual usage. My mum only sat me down to discuss sex education and puberty after I had gotten enough hints from my sources, but her detailed explanation still made me grow up as a respected and responsible lady.
This post is in response to the hive learns weekly contest week 60, edition 1.