Privacy. There's a word that I lost a long time ago. I can pinpoint the moment I lost it. It was the moment my womanhood was put on display to a room full of medical professionals and a child emerged from it. There was nothing private about that moment.
Sadly, as the years go on, I don't seem to have reclaimed my privacy fully. This is most evident when I try to go to the toilet alone.
Miss C likes to show her concern when I go to the toilet. This can be in the house or when we go out somewhere. Miss C is there, making sure I'm OK.
The other day I went to the toilet and she followed me up to the door. She looked at me and closed the door over for me.
"Are you OK in there Mummy?" Yes I said. A few seconds passed.
"Are you sure you are OK in there Mummy? Do you need me to help you?" No thank you I said.
"Do you need me to wipe your bum Mummy?" No...give it about 60 years though.
"I'll leave you alone now Mummy!" It's OK, I said, I'm finished now.
Then, on Saturday, we went out for lunch. Miss C asked me to take her to the toilet. She went in one cubicle and as I was bursting, I went in the one beside her.
"Are you OK Mummy?" Yes I said.
"OK, I'm just doing a wee Mummy!" OK then.
"Are you doing a wee or a poo Mummy?" Erm...just a wee...just hurry up and finish please I said.
Thankfully no one else was in the toilet with us. I couldn't face a repeat of the Wee Z toilet chat.
On to this morning. I went to the toilet before we had to leave for school and nursery. Miss C was heading down the stairs to get her shoes on.
"Will you be OK in there yourself Mummy?" Yes I said.
"You won't be lonely Mummy?" No I said.
And off she went.
I'm loving the concern but really, will there ever be a day when this Mummy can do her toilet business in private?