I'm watching Oprah right now and it's all about how to talk to your children about sex. They spoke with 7th and 8th graders, to see how much they already knew of and/or participated in.
Sexting? I didn't even know what that was till a couple years ago! My children won't be getting cell phones till I'm dead.
Sending nude photos? Forget it...no cell phones EVER.
Or Internet access.
Or hell...even pen and paper.
Okay, all joking aside...
I can see that I'm in for it. Saying that I want to be the mom that my kids can always come to with questions, means that I have to stop hyperventilating every time they do. The kids on the show made a point...if they are coming to me to talk...I need to chill out. They will completely shut down, because of how I react.
I think I did pretty well the last time Bailey came to me with questions, but I know that it's only going to get worse and more in depth. They have a little girl on the show who finally got "the talk" from her mom. At ten years old, this girl was quite mature in her attitude and questions. I was really impressed!
However, I could totally feel the mother's tension and embarrassment. I sat watching her and thinking, "Oh, thank goodness this is not ME!"
I know it will be me one day. One day soon, even.
But for right this very minute...I can just be happy that my kids are all playing on their swing set together and the only thing they are worried about...
is how many cookies they get for a bedtime snack.