The age old question...
Just a warning...this entry may not be for the wee ones.
It's April Fool's Day and I am expecting my son to play a joke on me as I wake up. He come's into my room and he starts to work on a baseball word jumble for school. Waiting for my gag, nothing happens. Rather I get the dreaded question that every parent knows will come someday, "Mom, how are babies made"? Is this an April fools joke I wonder? He waits. My mind swirls and I can feel the palms of my hands begin to sweat. Technology is on my lap, so I type in "explaining sex to kids", like I don't know what the subject matter is about. Peter looks at me waiting for an answer and I know I am cornered. I take a deep breath and tell him that making a baby is kinda like one of life's miracles. Not enough...he wants details. After I go through the details, his mouth is agape. "You mean my wee wee can do that?", he says. I believe he has just become empowered in some subconscious way. He sits there quietly and then perks up and ask worriedly, "Mom,what if it gets stuck?" I am thinking, is this really happening to me? I tell him to ask his father. Then he ask, "What if your mom comes into the room, won't she be mad?" At this point, I am hoping for the bus to come or the phone to ring...anything to save me. One of the perks to having a great relationship with your son is that there are few walls between us and he feels comfortable asking these questions. I guess I can consider myself lucky. He then goes back to the word jumble like nothing ever happened. How do you go from the birds and the bees to a word jumble? I guess I can add another check to my life's bucket list. I have had the talk with my son. For him, one of life's mysteries has been answered. My son is growing up right before my eyes and this is no April's fools joke.