Aims, I had two younger siblings, so I got one of those "when mommy and daddy have a special hug" thing, more about babies growing in the tummy than anything else. Otherwise I do not remember any "talk", except at school ("Puberty! It's coming soon!" and "DRUGS! STDS! BAD!")
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LMAO! "A special hug" would put me off of hugs for a lifetime!
Speaking as someone who has been on the receiving end of a picture book - for heaven's sake please don't put it in her Christmas stocking.
Jen, lots of recovery~ma for your mom. That is scary stuff.
le_nubian, lots of confidence-and-interview~ma for you.
Hey, vw, it's good to see your font. I hope you manage to get some kind of rest soon.
I'd say start out very general and be prepared for just about any question. It is ok to say it is private but sometimes all they need is to know it is ok to ask.
One of the more interesting talks with K-Bug started at a baseball game. It was the year after Giambi signed with the Yankees and they were playing the A's for the first time that season. There was a guy sitting near us wearing a shirt that said "Giambi sucks but Jeter swallows". My little cherub looked at me and asked "what does that mean?". Her father took an immediate cigarette break.
for heaven's sake please don't put it in her Christmas stocking.
Oh my word. I promise.
Oh my word. I promise.
Em will never consciously know how grateful she is to have such a sensible mom, but that part of her mind connected to the Collective Subconscious does know and is very thankful.
A picture book you'll read to/with her? Or one that she'll read with you there?
My mother didn't use books. I probably wouldn't, because I'd like to draw during that talk. I think that would be interesting.
That's not why my mother didn't use a book. They were few and far between in 70s Jamaica.
I never got The Talk. My mom probably figured, rightly too, that I'd read all about it and end up knowing more than she did, at least about the clinical facts. I wonder if that's one reason why she told the librarians to let me read whatever I wanted to... sneaky, Mom!
The closest I came to the talk, was when dad dropped me off for college, and his parting words were "Oh, if you are going to party, where a party cap", them got in the truck, and drove back to NY.
But, in 6th grade, one of the girls got pregnant, so they started sex ed that year. All the std/preggers/scare tactics stuff.
My mother very awkwardly had The Talk with me, but I don't remember anything about it other than it made no sense at all and that I had the feeling any questions would not be greeted as wonderful opportunities for dialogue. Fortunately, the Home Medical Guide that was part of the house library had some very clear chapters on things that I'm sure Mother didn't know were there.