I asked him if he knew what his “wee” (as I call it) was really
called. He said, with a look and an
attitude that I’m a moron, “Duh, it’s a wee WEE.” After a lengthy internal debate about whether
to just say, “You’re right” or go down the road to “Penisville,” I decided to
jump in, eyes closed and terrified.
Coincidentally, not long before this conversation, I
attended a fantastic training about child sexual abuse prevention and one point
was that parents should speak to their children about sex by third grade. Upon hearing that, the moms in the room sat
up straight in shock. What? Third grade?
Why, that’s my son’s age! The
training said that you want your child to hear all sexual facts from you
first. Don’t sit back and let them learn
from friends. My thought was that my son
wasn’t learning anything sexual in third grade.
Then the above happened. Point,
taken, training. You win.
I didn’t go into how babies are made or in depth into
functions of sexual organs. But, I took
a small step in that direction, and the giant leap will come soon. We discussed the real names of parts that he
has, and the different parts that girls have.
He asked questions (like if I didn’t have a penis, how could I pee), and
I answered them. And despite both of our
trepidation treading into new territory, I was glad we had the talk.
Now, not only will my son know that his wee wee is really a
penis, he also knows that he and I can discuss it. Anything that comes up (no pun intended,
well… maybe a little), he can come to me. He will not be lost in a world of
denial where sex and anatomy don’t exist, and he certainly won’t feel shame or
embarrassment. My son will talk to me
about the hardest topics to talk about… and that talk is the best talk of all.