This week’s guest blogger is Heidi Kennedy. Heidi is a young newlywed known as ‘Mommy’ to one highly imaginative two-year-old boy. Growing up in the time it takes to read a pregnancy test that did not come with instructions, she started her blog Mrs. K’12 to share the life experiences she is learning along the way.
I grew up with three sisters, ranging from three to nine years my junior. For the better part of my adolescence, I lived in a house with those girls and my mom, spending only weekends with my dad and little brother.
Needless to say, I was a little overwhelmed during the 18th week of my pregnancy when the ultra-sound tech announced ‘It’s a boy!’
I knew from day one that I was in no way prepared to raise a member of the opposite sex. Now, two years in, I have learned that it’s not so bad.
When they say “Boys are easier,” I believe that is true. My son is loud and dirty sometimes, but he’s easily entertained.
A month ago, however, the little squirt caught me completely off guard, reminding me that he’s a boy who I’m ill-prepared to teach about the birds, the bees, and the ways of “life.”
I got up one morning to get into the shower and he walked into the bathroom right behind me. Since he needed a bath and there was no leaving his sight unless I wanted to hear him scream, I stripped him down and brought him into the shower.
Now, I fully understand that there is a very small window of time where this is appropriate and uncomplicated, so believe me when I say I was grateful that I could still save time and energy this way—or so I thought.
We weren’t in the shower 5 minutes when I turned around to scrub him and he looked at me with the most confused and curious eyes I have ever seen. He asked, “Mommy…where’s your pee-pee?”
I’m pretty sure I felt my stomach in my throat and my eyes just about fall out of my head before I composed myself enough to stutter answer:
Oh yeah. I have failed my child. All I can do now is hope for the best—that he instantly forgot this conversation and that it won’t haunt and torment him throughout his adolescence.
To avoid further damage, when the time comes, his daddy will be in charge of all major milestones of that nature.
Let’s go back to when we were kids:
How did you learn about the birds and the bees?