We are just knee-deep in sex questions over here at Casa Lovesome. (Uh, that doesn’t sound right. Makes it sound like our house is one of those stores by the side of the highway where one could find a jaw dropping array of unmentionables). Anyway, at our house, it seems I am fumbling for just the right answer over breakfast or dinner. Usually, my explanations are met with a child’s face twisted in revulsion and, Why would anyone even want to DO that? Though I’m getting the feeling that my oldest son is beginning to understand why. He’s almost twelve and fancies himself very worldly. He doesn’t seem to think it’s quite so gross anymore. This is making me nervous. This requires a different talk. Maybe this one. Not today, but some day. And I know from my parenting experience so far, some day will be here before I know it.
Now that we have the mechanics out of the way, the talk gets a bit trickier. A hefty helping of “When you’re much, much, older. . .” seems a key ingredient. In the meantime, I am savoring my nine-year old’s non-worldliness, his more innocent, grossed-out response, like we’re talking about frog guts or worm soup, something equal parts compelling and revolting. When you start having these conversations with your children, you remember that it really is fascinating, isn’t it?