Saturday, September 25, 2010

The Talk

I don’t ever remember my parents having the “sex talk” with me. Maybe they did and I was so mortified that my brain went ahead and deleted the memory. Maybe they didn’t and I entered my late adolescence armed only with what I gleaned from a bunch of Playboys, late night cable, and listening to the older kids on the school bus. I never felt prepared – the prospect of someone wanting to sleep with me was both exhilarating and terrifying – but I think that was a good thing. Ignorance and innocence are sometimes interchangeable. With so much information now instantly available, will I even need to worry about sitting my teenage son/daughter down to discuss the birds and bees? When they arrive at an age when sex becomes an option, they’ll probably know more about it than I do right now. Still, I want them to see it as something special and sacred, something not to be used thoughtlessly or carelessly. I’ll start working on my talk now - starting with that last bit - and maybe, by the time I need it, I’ll have it all planned out.

55 days until baby.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, Bill...I have a funny story for you and your wife about this! My mother taught me everything there was to know, and also stressed the beauty of sex when it is with someone you love. But oh I do have a story for the next time I see you. (This is also a test to see if my comment will make it through your firewall!) A.