i read this some place today and it immediately brought to mind an event in my Sarah's life.
She must have been somewhere around five because she was playing in the back yard with a school friend. She came tearing up to the back door and yelled in wanting to know where she came from.
Being an open and honest survivor of the summer of love, i asked her to step into the entry way and we sat down on the steps to have a bit of a talk about it. i had convinced myself that i would always be open and honest about 'that kind of stuff' with my kids. But yet keep from crossing that fine line of giving more information than the child can handle.So i explained to her that her daddy and i loved each other very much and that sometimes we would get into a loving position and with his penis inside my body. We would move together so that sperm would join my egg and make a baby. i told her that one time we did it and we got her. Feeling pretty proud of myself i asked her if she had any other questions. She sort of danced around in the entry way a bit while she digested that little bit of info, and then said, "Ok Mom, but where do I come from? Jenny comes from South Dakota, where do I come from?"
"Oh, you were born in Iowa, dear."
Exit over-zealous mother beating a hasty retreat.
She must have been somewhere around five because she was playing in the back yard with a school friend. She came tearing up to the back door and yelled in wanting to know where she came from.
Being an open and honest survivor of the summer of love, i asked her to step into the entry way and we sat down on the steps to have a bit of a talk about it. i had convinced myself that i would always be open and honest about 'that kind of stuff' with my kids. But yet keep from crossing that fine line of giving more information than the child can handle.So i explained to her that her daddy and i loved each other very much and that sometimes we would get into a loving position and with his penis inside my body. We would move together so that sperm would join my egg and make a baby. i told her that one time we did it and we got her. Feeling pretty proud of myself i asked her if she had any other questions. She sort of danced around in the entry way a bit while she digested that little bit of info, and then said, "Ok Mom, but where do I come from? Jenny comes from South Dakota, where do I come from?"
"Oh, you were born in Iowa, dear."
Exit over-zealous mother beating a hasty retreat.