Teaching our young son what his stuff is called is basic parenting. When he starts asking what a couple things (ahem) are there FOR, it starts to get interesting.
“This would be so much easier if we lived on a farm,” I insisted to my friend, Amy. “We’d talk about seeds and fertilization every day. Animals would be making babies left and right. It would already make sense to the kids as a normal part of life. No weirdness.”
(Any farmers care to confirm this theory?)
Makes sense to me.
“But how do you get that in suburbia? I could handle this so much better IF I JUST LIVED ON A FARM,” I lamented.
God promptly chose to call my bluff as I walked out the back door and stumbled upon this situation:
“AMY!!! OMG grab my phone.”
Of course, the kids came running. “What are they doing, Mom?”
“Um. Hugging? Go play.”
In what could’ve been a teachable moment, I reverted to awkward laughter and snapping iPhone pics.
Total fail. Clearly, I could not handle the farm.
Well played, God.
In all seriousness, this was a good wake up call. I really do want “THE” sex talk to be more of an ongoing, open conversation with our kids rather than one big awkward conversation that happens a few years from now.
But I don’t feel like we have any idea what we’re doing. And I AM pretty concerned about messing it up.
A few years ago, I read “How and When to Tell Your Kids About Sex: A Lifelong Approach to Shaping Your Child’s Sexual Character.” (It’s written by Stan & Brenna Jones. You can find it on Amazon here.)
Based on my total fail in the presence of baby-making lizards, I believe it’s time to give this another read.
How do YOU handle these situations??
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