The birds and the bees. .

Gotta love the sex talk with kids.  Wyatt, Rizzi and I talked on his 8th birthday about sex and gave him the best book ever written for kids.  WIth this talk I explained that Wyatt could talk to me about anything, anytime!!  I guess it’s embarrassing to talk to your parents about sex. . but I have never felt that sex was a bad thing.  The other morning, while getting ready for work, Wyatt had asked to use the computer to play his division games.  What mom is going to refuse their child the opportunity to educate themselves. . not this mom!

After donning the all-powerful lip gloss and uniform I leave the bathroom, find Wyatt on the front room couch with the computer.  He hurries and slams it shut.  Now, I’m no detective but I think the signs lead to “son up to no good.”  I ask him what he was looking at and he says, “Saturn mom, it’s so interesting.”  Now I probably would have bought it, as my son is fascinated with space and dinosaurs, except that my sons eyes were as big as saucers.  I tell him that’s nice and pick up the computer.  I pull up the history and the gasp out of my son sounded like a death rattle.  He had typed in “doin it.”  OMG. . it took everything I had not to laugh. . how 9-year-old boy is that?  With a face refusing to show laughter I ask him if he knows why I’m disappointed in him.  He says, “cause I’m looking at naughty stuff?”  I sooo corrected him.  I explained that being curious about sex is not naughty, it’s perfectly health and normal but he lied to me.  That he didn’t just tell me what he was doing was upsetting to me.  I asked him to go to his room, as I didn’t want to talk while I was upset.

Upon further investigation he also typed in boobs.  Now I’m not blind and I’ve noticed, since Wyatt was 2, that he LOVES boobs.  Can’t say as though I blame him.  But he had pulled up a picture of a woman with Gargantuan, ginormous triple F’s.  WT…..F’s???

As I descended down the stairs I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t be mad, condescending or judgemental.  I entered his room, greeting by a young boy with big alligator tears.  We hugged tightly, both in silence but with a mutual understanding of love and respect.  I sat him down and told him not be embarrassed.  I explained that EVERYONE has curiosity about sex and he was normal.  I explained that I just wanted him to know that he could talk to me about ANYTHING, to include the embarrassing topic of sex.  We talked for over a half hour, about everything and nothing.  It was the BEST moment I’ve ever had with him.  He held my hand, we laughed, cried and made each other feel better about the world.  I did take the time to explain the ultra fake “boobs” and how abnormal that is for a womans body.  I explained that it wasn’t about the body parts, but the love of someone, if even their boobs are smaller than his moms 🙂

I LOVE being a mom, it’s the most gratifying job I’ve ever had, even if I don’t do it right all the time, I know that they will be there to teach me as well.

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2 responses to “The birds and the bees. .

  1. HOBBS

    Every time I read your posts you totally amaze me, by the way I think you are definitely in the running for the world’s best mom.

  2. I stumbled onto your blog and read a few post. I like your style of writing.

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