My current (and last! For real!!) pregnancy has sparked some questions from my 7-year-old nephew about how babies actually get into a mommy’s belly.
I remember my 8-year-old daughter Dylan asking me that very question a few years ago.
And I told her it was the love between a husband and wife that created the baby. Of course, we all know that’s a lie. It’s obviously too many Patrón shots that makes a baby. Thankfully, she didn’t ask any follow up questions so I didn’t have to go into the tequila part.
And this pregnancy, she hasn’t mentioned it. At least not yet. But I’m wondering if it’s time for me to bring it up.
I’m not sure exactly when you are supposed to tell a kid about sex. I’m guessing it’s sometime after they are born but before they are having it. Although that’s sort of a big window.
I’ve heard you are supposed to do it in small steps. One website recommends…
“The ‘big talk’ is a thing of the past. Learning about sex should not occur in one all-or-nothing session. It should be more of an unfolding process, one in which kids learn, over time, what they need to know. Questions should be answered as they arise so that kids’ natural curiosity is satisfied as they mature.”
That sounds very nice but really, there’s no small step between we were having a REALLY good time at the bar and then daddy put his manly part into mommy’s – OMG.
I don’t remember how I found out about sex. I think it very much had to do with a copy of “The Joy of Sex” lying around my mom and step-father’s house. You can not leaf through that piece of literature without realizing that the stork is definitely not showing up. Those drawings really clarified a few things.
And I remember my mom reading me the book, “Where Did I Come From?” by Peter Mayle. So I ordered it and another one by Robie Harris. Although I’m not sure I trust a guy named Robby who spells it with one “b.” (My heart will always belong to Robby Benson of “Ice Castles.”) But we’ll see.
Or of course my fallback plan is that my nephew (who was recently given the lowdown on the whole thing thanks to one of these books) can explain the deal to my older girls at our Hanukkah party in a couple weeks.
Because nothing says Happy Hanukkah like a sex talk from a 7-year-old.