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.