"Mom, can Gracie (our dog) get married so she can have babies?"
"How does the egg know when to start growing?"
"How do you know when you are pregnant"
Only a year ago, I got away with all of the questions with a simple "God gave us the baby." That doesn't work anymore. Ryan, age 6 1/2, wants more information. I heard that you should only answer the minimum when children ask about sex. This has saved me countless times. I keep it really simple but honest. A lot of times, I throw the question back at Ryan. "What do you think, Ry?"
A dear friend has lent me some books to help discuss the birds and the bees with Ryan and Kyle. I spent some time looking at them tonight. Two were cute. One had drawings and made me feel a little funny. Can you say ISSUES?
I don't mind having the conversation with Ryan. I know it is going to happen. As I get bigger and bigger, he is thinking more about the baby. He has questions and I better have some answers.
There is one question I am not looking forward to answering. "How does the sperm reach the egg." When that one is asked, I hope that my husband is nearby. My husband doesn't think Ryan will ask. If Ry doesn't, his little brother Kyle surely will. And soon.
When I was in kindergarten, I watched an after school special about how babies were created. My mom watched with me and then explained it to me. I then went to school and told my entire class. A mother of one of the children called my mom to complain. I knew all of the proper names for the body parts and the mother was not pleased with her daughter finding out so young. Parents may have conversations with children but we all know that so much is taught by others at school and on the bus. So, I better be ready so that Ryan is ready. If I learned about the birds and the bees in 1977 when I was in kindergarten, I am sure that Ryan will learn so much more in a few short years. I better be ready, are you?