The sex talk that came too soon (for me)
It has been such a wonderful week! I have been L-A-Z-Y catching up on my TiVo, reading the paper, and having hot chocolate for breakfast every morning. I have soaked up the quiet after the kids have gone to school, and I met friends for lunch as well. I have not picked up a novel, on purpose, because I know I will get lost in it. Instead I have begun: Theory and Practice: 6+1 Traits of Writing. So far, it isn’t great, but I haven’t really started chapter one yet, only the forward. I hope it is good, because my students need help with their writing. And that is an understatement. Maybe it will help my own writing… you will have to let me know if suddenly I am writing with clarity and good organization. I have read two other books as well:
Oops. I see that my purple fuzzy socked toe got in the picture. Sorry about that. Ahem. Yes. I gave Sarah THE BOOKS. Which means Katie and Nicholas also have access to them. I would highly recommend both of these books. They are age appropriate, and very thorough. Sarah has definitely begun some body changes: She NEEDS deodorant, she is wearing a training bra, she has had a few zits, her hair is greasy if she “forgets” to shower, and the other day she asked, “Why do I have hair under my arms?” And I answered, “You don’t.” Unfortunately, she came up with proof. She is only NINE. That seems WAY TOO EARLY to be worrying about this. I can totally empathize with my mom and her choice to pretend it wasn’t happening (as far as I can remember). I never had a book, except Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret by Judy Blume which doesn’t really give you the nitty-gritty on the subject. These two books? FULL of the nitty and the gritty. Including S-E-X. I would have been just fine if the author didn’t include how the sperm got to the egg, however, before Sarah even got to that part she asked that very question: “Mommy, how does the sperm (which she couldn’t pronounce correctly…it came out like “serm”) get to the egg?” Thank goodness I could just say, “Keep reading…” and I didn’t have to explain penetration….ewww. We had some tears last night in a scene right out of a soap opera: “I don’t want to grow up!” I told her she wasn’t grown up, and just because you get your period that doesn’t mean you are grown up either. You have to graduate from college and get a real job and move out of the house before you are a grown up. Right? Right. That seemed to make her feel better. I am sure when she is 13 it will just make her furious.
The best part of this whole uncomfortable mess is watching Jeff squirm. We went to see the movie HOP yesterday, and the It’s So Amazing book (aka: the sex book) came along with us. We were about half way there, Sarah asks, “How do you say e-r-e-c-t-i-o-n?” I thought Jeff was going to swerve right off the road. I did my fair share of squirming as well. When she got to the part about sex, she said to me, “Why would anyone do that?” I have no idea what I said, if anything. Then she said, “Have YOU done that?!!” and I said, “….uh, ….” and then she said “Why would you DO THAT?” and I said, “Uh, to have a baby I guess…” and then she said, “So you did it THREE TIMES?!!” And I just agreed. She doesn’t need to know EVERYTHING does she?