We have parented with the philosophy that sex, like many other topics, is an ongoing conversation that continues and progresses as our kids mature. Rather than waiting for the single awkward, sweaty-handed conversation that some of us endured as teenagers, we have tried to be open in explaining things to our kids at appropriate times.
Having chickens and pet rabbits clued them in on some of the biological specifics at a fairly early age. When my girls were in kindergarten, they inadvertantly created an interesting moment during morning chapel at the school they were attending. The highschool students snickered and the principal turned beet red when they sincerely requested prayer for their rabbits who were jumping on each other.
As my girls approach 17, I felt the need to check in and make sure they are hearing what we are attempting to say to them. I didn’t want to make assumptions about what they knew or understood. It seemed like a good idea to be intentional about making sure we are communicating, so we had lunch today.
And it was good.
At one point, they started talking about the differences in how my husband and I talk with them about sex. They said, “You are like all about self-worth and values and respect and identity. And dad, he’s….”
And then they started laughing. At this point, I wondered what kind of damage control or explaining I was going to have to do.
“What did dad say?”
“He didn’t really say anything. He just brought us to Walmart.”
“And he bought us Mace!”