Yep. You read the title right. Last week after I had the boys in bed, my girls came and sat at the dining room table. I was doing my homework but paused to tell them good night.
Kennedy hesitantly asked, "Mom. How does the baby get in your tummy? I know how it gets out but how does it get in there in the first place?"
I took a deep breath and said a silent prayer that I would give the right amount of information that wouldn't scar them for life. Lucky for me, I'd been preparing for this for quite some time. I think I did a pretty good job of explaining and not giving so much information that they were confused and grossed out. :)
We talked about dating and the progression of holding hands to hugging to kissing. And, then we talked about the right time and the right place with the right person. I know they must be hearing things at school and I was proud of them to have the courage to ask questions. I then had to make sure they knew that they were not allowed to take our conversation and go educate their friends at school. (I so do not want to get angry parent phone calls!) They also promised to ask me any future questions instead of trying to find them out elsewhere.
After they went to bed I had a small panic attack; not because I just had a sex talk with my daughters but because I realized they are truly growing up. I saw their futures flash before my eyes: first date, driving, getting married.......it's a little hard to take in. I'm a little needy and want them by me as long as possible.
Thank heavens we have forever because I NEED every moment I can get.
"You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them." ~Desmond Tutu
