My daughter raised the issue at a fairly young age. I’m not sure where she got her information, but as she brushed her hair one day, she casually mentioned, “I know how babies are made.” Then she turned to me, cheeks and eyes blazing, and said, “And you did it!”
Like many of the more odious parenting tasks, informing our kids about the miracles of life has fallen to me. There are several ways to approach this:
Method 1: Talk to your kids early and often using anatomically correct verbiage. Which they will then spout at dinner parties and other inappropriate locales as soon as they realize the power of their newly-learned words. I did not use this method, but I sure know which parents did.
Method 2: Wait until they ask, and then provide them with a brutally detailed response. This is the tactic I use. It makes my husband a little weak in the knees. He believes in a little mystery. (This led to much disagreement when we got the inevitable questions about the existence of Santa Claus. My husband wanted to perpetuate the myth, but I cannot lie to a child who has just said, “I want you to tell me the truth,” even if it might be in my best interests to do so.)
Method 3: Wait long enough, and your kid will hear it from someone else. Of course, what they hear is anyone’s guess. When my youngest child was about four, his older sister was scheduled to watch a movie called “The Miracle of Birth” in her third-grade class. I’m not sure what she thought she was going to see, but I can tell you it wasn’t a birth. Her brother came running across the yard to report to me that she “was going to watch a movie at school – a man and a woman with no clothes on, and their privates hooked together!”
Oh, the memories. Now I’m weak in the knees.
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