Over the past few weeks Sadie has been venturing into a few theories of her own as to how babies are made. Her latest- a pill that Heavenly Father sends down to your house, you find it, and on the pill it says "Eat this to have a baby." Luckily I have not found any such pills at this house, if I did I think I would perhaps regift it to a younger cousin or maybe to one of my sister in laws. There should be no such pills sneaking onto my countertop, waiting quietly by my toothbrush, or perhaps next to my water glass at the kitchen sink.
This would be an effective method though.
I was sharing this latest development with Mike and he laughed and suggested it might be time to "have the talk."
Mike-"Wasn't Jane this age when she found out?"
Me- "Yeah, but...." and we both cringed- our Sadie.
Jane was almost exactly Sadie's age when I found out I was pregnant with Ellyn (I could be wrong, my mind isn't really working too well as of 2004). I remember the day perfectly. Jane and I were walking to the pool from our house on Stuart Ave. Sadie was a one year old in the jogging stroller. Jane looked up at me and said that she knew how babies grew and how they were born but how did they begin. I asked her what she thought might happen and she answered "The power of the Priesthood?" I giggled (I know, I have never been one of these sage mothers, completely in control and never causing their child embarrassment or discomfort, also, I have a dirty mind). I had a quick silent mental debate and decided that I would rather she heard it from me while she was a little young, than some distorted story on the playground. So as we walked I told her an edited version of the birds and the bees. She looked up with surprise a few times, asked a few thoughtful questions, asked if we did that, and that was that. A few years later I had to give her a little refresher course. I'm sure we'll have a few more over the course of her life and I am hoping that I am giving it just the right amount of "this is a comfortable topic, this is a sacred topic, this is a fun topic"- that part just is mostly when I gross her out by telling her that her dad has a cute butt.
Sadie is going to be a whole new ball game. I can just tell, she is going to be fascinated, ask a million questions, blurt out some little tidbit at a church Linger Longer. She will be the one at the playground gathering her friends together to share. Not because she won't understand that its special and sacred and private, but because she will have rationalized that something this special needs to be shared by a really good friend. "Girls, I have something very important to tell you. Once you know, you will realize that we should not have ANY boyfriends for a long time. Ellie, please tell Avery H. that even though 15 boys like me I can not have a boyfriend based on the information that I am about to share with you." Sadie does talk like that, I'm not making it up. She also reported to me today that 15 boys do indeed like her.
I'm in a quandary. For now I will let her think it is a little pill but the time fast approaches that some other kid will be sharing at the playground and I want to be ahead of the game.
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This would be an effective method though.
I was sharing this latest development with Mike and he laughed and suggested it might be time to "have the talk."
Mike-"Wasn't Jane this age when she found out?"
Me- "Yeah, but...." and we both cringed- our Sadie.
Jane was almost exactly Sadie's age when I found out I was pregnant with Ellyn (I could be wrong, my mind isn't really working too well as of 2004). I remember the day perfectly. Jane and I were walking to the pool from our house on Stuart Ave. Sadie was a one year old in the jogging stroller. Jane looked up at me and said that she knew how babies grew and how they were born but how did they begin. I asked her what she thought might happen and she answered "The power of the Priesthood?" I giggled (I know, I have never been one of these sage mothers, completely in control and never causing their child embarrassment or discomfort, also, I have a dirty mind). I had a quick silent mental debate and decided that I would rather she heard it from me while she was a little young, than some distorted story on the playground. So as we walked I told her an edited version of the birds and the bees. She looked up with surprise a few times, asked a few thoughtful questions, asked if we did that, and that was that. A few years later I had to give her a little refresher course. I'm sure we'll have a few more over the course of her life and I am hoping that I am giving it just the right amount of "this is a comfortable topic, this is a sacred topic, this is a fun topic"- that part just is mostly when I gross her out by telling her that her dad has a cute butt.
Sadie is going to be a whole new ball game. I can just tell, she is going to be fascinated, ask a million questions, blurt out some little tidbit at a church Linger Longer. She will be the one at the playground gathering her friends together to share. Not because she won't understand that its special and sacred and private, but because she will have rationalized that something this special needs to be shared by a really good friend. "Girls, I have something very important to tell you. Once you know, you will realize that we should not have ANY boyfriends for a long time. Ellie, please tell Avery H. that even though 15 boys like me I can not have a boyfriend based on the information that I am about to share with you." Sadie does talk like that, I'm not making it up. She also reported to me today that 15 boys do indeed like her.
I'm in a quandary. For now I will let her think it is a little pill but the time fast approaches that some other kid will be sharing at the playground and I want to be ahead of the game.
Blog Out
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