Above is the actual text message I sent to my husband (yes, “Big Daddy P’ even in my phone) on November 28th at 5:56pm. It was a big day, people. I gave my son the sex talk.
Boy Wonder or “BW” (his abbreviated nickname) is 10-years-old and I’ve been asking my husband to give him the sex talk for at least a year. Nothing fancy. Nothing super-detailed, just a casual convo about how babies are made. Because you guys, he didn’t know. Whether or not baby-making is need-to-know information at 10-years-old, I just thought his friends probably knew, and therefore, he should probably know too.
Sex isn’t gross. Sex isn’t wrong. Sex is a natural, healthy part of life. A part of life we’ve absolutely shielded him from, but a healthy part of life nevertheless.
Quite simply, I just wanted my husband (or I) to control the sexual information he received.
So there we were, finishing up his science homework on infectious diseases (bleh) and we started talking. “Mom,” Boy Wonder says, “There are so many diseases. It freaks me out. Cancer, polio, heart disease, kidney disease…”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” I said. And before I could catch the loaded three little letters on the tip of my tongue, they jumped out, “STDs.” …[read more]