What do you say when...

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Ugh. It's tough being a mother. It's such an important job, and one that I cherish and take seriously, but at the same time, I really don't want to be the one to watch my children learn things and hear things that I have no control over. Today my son asked me what humping means. HUH? I think I responded by just staring at him as if he was from Jupiter and had just notified me that his spaceship had accidentally crashed into the 100 year old maple tree in our front yard consequently knocking it over and into our neighbor's home, and as a result they are now suing us for damages. This was way beyond a deer-in-the-headlights look. I wanted to say, "Oh that! That's what happens to your brain when you do drugs. Never do drugs." Instead I said, "It's what Daisy is doing when she 'exercises' on your back." Suddenly it hit him, and I could see the realization behind his green eyes. "Oohhhhhhh. I get it." And he did. I wish, well, I don't know what I wish. I don't want my kids to be ignorant to these things, and I would rather they hear them from Michael and I in a gentle way and with respect instead of on the playground and totally disrespected and vulgar. He was our little cowboy just yesterday. Soon the fences won't hold him and he'll ride away.

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Jami said…
Em! Your blog isn't private anymore! It probably hasn't been that way for awhile, but I just assumed it still was. Glad I tried to check! :0) And I would've stuck with the drugs idea. Totally freak him out. HA HA. Okay, I too agree that I'd rather my kids learn that kind of stuff from me, but humping is a tough one. Way to think of the DOG. That could've been awkward. Whew! ;0)
December 14, 2007 at 9:01 AM
Jesika said…
First...I love that picture!! ADORABLE!

Second, I get so irritated with school because of what some people teach their kids.....Why can't kids just be kids?!?!

Third, sounds like you did a great job. Not too much info, just enough to answer the question in his mind! Good job, my Em! *hugs
December 14, 2007 at 5:08 PM
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