The other day I was showering and the door to our master bathroom burst open - as it regularly does when I'm in the shower - and my daughters walked in. "Hi Mom." they called, as if it would have been weird if they HADN'T come to visit just then.
"Hi." I called back.
They ransacked my makeup and hair accessories until I got out of the shower. Then, while I dried off they inspected my body. And by inspected I mean really looked.
They ask lots of questions about "hair down there" and nipples and feeding babies and "did they breastfeed? oh gross!" and I try to answer them as honestly as I can without being prudish or biasing them in any way against their bodies or exploring their bodies.
They asked me about my bra and about why woman wear bras and then they asked - like I knew they would - if I would jump up and down without a bra on.
"No." I told them.
"Please!" they wheedled together, laughing.
"Parenting is humiliating" I think to myself, not for the first time. And then, gathering all of the pride I have left in the world, I flush it down the toilet.
And I jump for them.