Mom Said

Time for the Talk

One mom's sex-talk adventure

-Michelle Kemper Brownlow

I was dreading the day. I didn't want to do it, but I knew it was coming. I dug my heels in and tried to make it stop. It wouldn't. It was inevitable. Someone. Help. Me.

My oldest son (who just turned 11) started asking those kinds of questions ... oh, you know the ones ..."What did she mean they were ‘trying to get pregnant'?" "What are the facts of life, and why won't you tell me what they are?" There were more burning questions, but I am sure you are getting the point!

So, we had a sex-talk date! Although, that's not what I told him it was. The 'date' was simply a way for me to get him away from his siblings long enough to delve into a subject he would need quiet time to digest. He knew it was coming. My daughter's friend (my daughter will soon be 10) clued her into what a period was a couple weeks ago. So I had gotten my feet wet with this "grown-up" chatter when I gave her all the ins and outs of bleeding to death once a month. My son had walked in and she proceeded to fill him in "those things in the box that sit on the back of Mommy's toilet. They are NOT medicine! They are for ... " He gagged and went running. read more about the sex talk...