02-18-2006, 07:09 AM
My dad gave me the talk, then followed up with a couple books on sexuality. I was invited to ask questions if I had any. (I didn't, as I had read all the "marriage manuals" I could get my hands on while I baby sat the neighbors' kids.)
Our three sons came along and sure enough, I got to give them the talks-- starting at a very young age-- about 3 I think-- and then going into more detail as they got older. There were also books available in the house for them to get more information. As a result, they were very open about asking questions.
Once I was driving the boys somewhere and the youngest (about 7-8 at the time) asked , "Mom, how do lesbians make love?" I nearly drove off the road, but managed to pull to the shoulder and stop the car. We discussed the terminology and where he had gotten the term, and I answered the question best as I could. I had gotten back on the road and heard a lot of snickering coming from the back seat. "Mom, but HOW do you know that?"
My answer was not a calm parental assurance, but something along the lines of them being on restriction for a year. They giggled all the way home. And they still remind me of that day sometimes!
Parenthood is not for the faint of heart.
Our three sons came along and sure enough, I got to give them the talks-- starting at a very young age-- about 3 I think-- and then going into more detail as they got older. There were also books available in the house for them to get more information. As a result, they were very open about asking questions.
Once I was driving the boys somewhere and the youngest (about 7-8 at the time) asked , "Mom, how do lesbians make love?" I nearly drove off the road, but managed to pull to the shoulder and stop the car. We discussed the terminology and where he had gotten the term, and I answered the question best as I could. I had gotten back on the road and heard a lot of snickering coming from the back seat. "Mom, but HOW do you know that?"
My answer was not a calm parental assurance, but something along the lines of them being on restriction for a year. They giggled all the way home. And they still remind me of that day sometimes!
Parenthood is not for the faint of heart.