With all the testosterone floating around our house, rearing boys with healthy relational and physical boundaries is at the forefront of my mind.
The thought of trotting out the birds and the bees in writing is enough to make a gal squeamish.
Never mind trying to explain it to your sons.
(We’ll save that for another day, and mostly for their dad.)
But it’s Biblical.
And if we don’t teach our kids, society will.
Some experts nowadays encourage parents to start educating our little ones about their bodies from early on.
So I did.
Sure, it feels uncomfortable to hear a two-year-old properly refer to his anatomy [curiously pronounced PEE-mus] in the middle of the produce aisle.
And just earlier today, “Mom, what are these pink things?” [Points to his pectoral region.]
“Chest. That’s your chest,” I respond.
I wish it ended there.
You can’t make these things up.
Only a couple months ago, as my Drew is driving us on a road trip–I turn to him:
Babe, do you realize how important it is to teach our boys about healthy physical relationships? This is all you, babe. This is all you.
My Drew gently nods his head, as he often does to pacify me.
Our eldest son only graduated from diapers this past year.
But can you start this process too early?
I sat down with our eldest in his room one evening.
I started generally explaining personal boundaries.
He appeared receptive.
I preached on.
After I finished, he sat there silently, head cocked sideways, inquisitively looking upward at the ceiling, seemingly processing.
A few more silent moments passed before he nonchalantly gestured with his right hand–
So what are you saying?
I don’t know what I’m saying.
You’re three years old.
And we’ll file this one under Mom Fails.
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