Every so often I try to read the boys ‘body awareness’ books. Nothing too sexy, but just ‘these are your privates, and they are special” kind of jazz. Maybe its the Swede in me, but I am very open with my children about their bodies and the proper names of things etc. Not that I bring it up other than on these periodic occasions, but if they ask I try to answer truthfully (in an age appropriate way of course.)
Is it just me or is the memory of your parents giving you ‘the talk’ seared in your mind’s eye as if it happened yesterday? I had pretty evolved parents, I mean, my mom was Swedish and well, you know those Swedes…she couldn’t wait to sit me down with that dreaded book with all those pictures.
Hello from the Charlotte Airport. It’s been the freaking longest day ever. But I delivered my package safely and intact. We started at 5am and the first part was easy. Even ran into an NFL player at our gate. Of course, I only noticed because of his rings. Colt marched right up and asked him if they were Superbowl Rings. They were. Roland Williams.
I am in a reflective place lately. Mostly because I am one-on-one with my kids for the first time in a great while. With the exception of a few hours a couple of times a week, its just me and the wolf pack. And you know what? Its nuts. And amazing.