While I was hiding at our cabin in the woods we were thrilled to have some good friends come over and join us for dinner. There was great food, fine wine and fabulous conversation. There were also a couple of twelve year old girls sitting with us “old” folks at the dinner table. The chat turned to boys and how “disgusting” they are. We may be old, but we aren’t stupid. None of us were taking these blushing giggling girls at their words. Their mouths may have been declaring their complete repulsion of all things male, but those blushing faces were giving away all of their secrets. Oh dear…
Well you know what wine does? Makes conversation a lot more frank. We decided to push the envelope and see where this conversation might go. The unsuspecting little creatures were peppered with questions. “Are any of the kids in your class dating yet? Who has a crush on who? There was a boy/girl party? Let’s hear about that one! Did you know that when I was in grade 8, there was a girl in grade 7 who had a baby?” (that shut them up for a moment) Before I knew it I had blurted out… “Just promise us that before you have sex you come and talk to us first, we will get you on the pill and have a wee chat about condoms too.” Gulp. Wine much? Classy.
Shrieks of laughter, promises made, and then yes, they were excused from the table leaving the four “adults” behind to discuss how very fast our babies are growing up.
The next morning as I did the reflection on the nights sex education by humiliation I came to this conclusion. I did the right thing. We had an honest, open and fun discussion with my daughter and her girlfriend about sex. They were not uncomfortable
they just thinks all four adults are crazy and I am fairly certain we avoided any permanent emotional scarring.
Back in the olden days, when I was growing up, I am pretty sure I never heard the word penis, vagina, period or sex uttered above a whisper. At least not without extreme blushing and tension. Tampon commercials were enough to make my folks squirm. I LOVE my parents, they did an amazing job and I have no complaints, but it’s my job to try and do things my own way right?
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking sex is a dirty word, and even though we did it while under the influence of a glass of wine, I think we took advantage of another teachable moment.
Tell me, do you jump all over the teachable moments or is sex a dirty word in your house?
In the meantime, Cheers! A toast to open and honest communication.