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Being Special                                                                By Les Lea

Ever since I was little, I’ve loved my PJs. Mummy always said I looked cute when she gets me ready for bed - nappy and plastic pants first and then she’d pull on my onesie, footed sleeper or, as I got older, cuffed cotton jammies. She made sure I was all comfy and happy in my special soft nightwear before I was kissed night-night and sent off to dreamland.

Perhaps oddly I had a larger selection of PJs than I did any other clothing because mummy liked to see her ‘little cherub’ looking cute when I went to bed. Wearing a nappy stayed with me until I was about eight and then it was changed to DriNites or some equally padded pair of sleep pants. Mummy said that keeping her sweet baby safe and secure was her main aim. She always said that it was just a preventative measure, like wearing a seat belt when driving – you don’t want to have an accident but if you do then at least you have some form of protection that might just save you from harm. I couldn’t fault her argument, mainly because I was too young to argue but it all seemed to make sense.

However, not long after this I was returned to wearing a fabric nappy partly because I did very occasionally wake up in wet undies but she never complained. In fact, she always said I was a ‘blessing’ for wearing a nappy, thus avoiding any huge bedding laundry, which knowing I’d made mummy happy always pleased me.

My return to fabric nappies also made mummy happy because she often said, “Mummy thinks her sweetheart looks cuter in them”.  I’m not sure if this was the actual reason because I know at that particular time we didn’t go anywhere, which was down to having very little spare money. Still, she always found the cash for new jammies so I never went without in that area.

At that time something changed. I didn’t know what or why, and I have no idea where it came from or who sent it, but a large box was delivered to our home. I remember excitedly wondering what it was and mummy saying it was something that would keep her little Sweetpea happy. That night she introduced me to the thickest and softest fabric nappies I’d ever worn and have done ever since. Mummy says they’re very special for a very special little cherub and so are the distinctive multi-coloured plastic pants that arrived with them.

Now, if I wake up wet (which I normally do) mummy releases me from my soggy padding and then sits me on the potty and tells me to do “Number Twos”. Sometimes I can go other times I can’t but after I get cleaned up, creamed and powdered I’m tightly wrapped in a fresh nappy for the day. Mummy says these new items are nice and thick and should soak everything up and my lovely colourful and juvenile plastic pants with the thick waist and leg cuffs, will keep me safe from leaking.

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Over time I loved the array of jammies I got to wear; satin, cotton, silk, nylon, traditional, shorty, fun, nightshirts... mummy couldn’t get enough of seeing me in them. If she saw something that appealed, she bought it and I suppose, when I think about it, I spent quite a bit of time wearing just my night time outfit... it was very comfy. Often, I’d get home from school and strip out of my uniform and mummy would be there with a fresh nappy and say she’d bought a new set of PJs and couldn’t wait to see me in and... wham... I’d be wearing them from early afternoon right through until the morning.

My bedroom was always warm and cosy with a nice thick duvet with a lovely cartoon or Disney style cover. There is a night-light by the door and a mobile with stars and moons that circle above me that has stayed in place since I was small but mummy says that the soft tinkling of it has sent me off to dreamtime so often it would be a shame to lose its relaxing themes. The posters on the walls are also from my childhood and though I’ve asked mummy to change them to something more my age, she says that my little bedroom should be a place of calm and tranquillity so putting up posters of Superheroes would be a terrible distraction for her slumbering baby... so, Bambi, baby animals and the like stay.

It has always been just me and mummy. She loves and fusses over me all the time. Even as I’ve gotten older, she still keeps a close eye on what I do or where I go (which is mostly with her anyway) but I’m not allowed to go out on adventures with any of my school friends without her being present. When I beg for a little bit of freedom, she simply says that I’m not yet ready for such responsibility and then provides an incident or occasion which she says proves her point. I can’t argue because, well, it’s mummy and she always says – she knows best.

Last week, and even though I’m approaching my fourteenth birthday, because of an accident where I slightly wet my pull-up, which is what mummy insists it was there for, I’ve once again been returned to wearing thicker nappies and plastic pants not only to sleep in. Also, what has returned is that mummy now changes me into a nappy as soon as I get home and puts me straight into my jammies. However, sometimes I have friends to see and play with but she only lets me go out if I’m already wearing a nappy. She says I need to be ready in case of any unforeseen accidents she doesn’t want me to embarrass myself in front of my friends. Most of them know that I wear a nappy sometimes but I don’t want them to think I do so all the time so I pretend I have something else to do and don’t go out.

Mummy has always insisted that I’m well-protected from any unforeseen mishap and that is why, from being a baby, she makes sure that I wear a nappy or super absorbent briefs or pull-ups. It makes sense to protect the most important person in her life as much as possible… and so that’s just what she does.

Since I became a teenager things have become a bit more relaxed and while at school I wear training pants. They’re a little bit thicker than normal briefs but look the same. There are extra layers of material to soak up any dribbles that might happen and there’s a soft but waterproof cover to prevent any leaks. They aren’t as crinkly as the plastic pants I wear but I can still feel the slipperiness when I sit down anywhere. It’s not un-nice but it’s always a reminder. But, as I’ve said, mummy prefers that I wear a nappy as much as possible for ‘safeties sake’. She continually said that her Sweetpea never knows exactly when nature is going to call so it’s always best to be well prepared.

As far as I know there are no other kids my age in the neighbourhood who still wear a nappy and when I mention this mummy just smiles and says “Then their mummies don’t love them as much as I love you,” which is always followed by a hug and a kiss and a pat on my padded bottom. “You’ll always be my top priority sweetheart so a nappy remains and keeps you safe from leaks or embarrassing accidents.”

If I start with any further discussions about other kids my age not having to wear a nappy, she just stifles it with further cuddles and tickles. No matter how old I get, I have no defence against mum’s ability to make me pleased I’m wearing one as I often pee whilst laughing. When I do, I immediately have to rethink my objections because I can feel the wetness being absorbed and I’m left relatively dry. I think mum knows when this happens because I go very quiet and get one of those “I told you so” looks from her.

If I’ve been too argumentative, I notice that my padding is a lot thicker “You need extra protection sweetie” is all she says but I know it’s to hinder my mobility. I have a waddle which she has said sets me apart and makes me her “darling little angel”.

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I don’t have a dad; mum has been quite non-committal about him and has dismissed his part in my creation to that of a passing fancy. So, as far as mum has described him, he was simply a nice donor who helped out when needed. However, I know from over-hearing parts of conversation between her and my aunties that my birth was quite awkward and as a result, I’m the only child she’ll have. I suppose that’s why she keeps me close and bound in her continuous love.

I heard my Aunty Diana say to mum back when I was at my eighth birthday party she thought I should be out of nappies by then. Mum’s reply; she was keeping her baby nice, snug and safe... the nappies were there to help with that. Now there are no discussions about it with any of my relations, it’s just accepted that’s what I wear.

One of my friends at school once asked me if I wore a nappy and I beamed that I did but then they asked why. I replied with what mummy told me, and what I’ve said to everyone else who has ever asked me – “Good children wear nappies, bad children don’t... and I’m always good for my mummy.”

My birthday is in a few days and I know because mummy has hardly been able to contain herself that she’s found an exciting new set of jammies for me and, weirdly perhaps, I’m as excited as she is about just what that might be. She has hinted that they will be like nothing else I’ve ever worn. She has also hinted that they were something exclusive that will sum up her particular little cherub.

Now I can’t wait until I’m fourteen.

-The End-

 

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