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Showing posts with label Teaching children about Sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Teaching children about Sex. Show all posts

3.28.2012

Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin

I feel like a pig.
A pig from the infamous fable,
The Three Little Pigs

Let me explain.

The wolf is to me all the 
ugly, 
foul, 
 immoral,
stuff that  exists in our world.
The wolf can get in so easily.
If the house is not strong
and the pig wants to relax and make things easy for himself.

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The pig with the house of bricks.
He's the pig I want to be.
When the wolf huffs and puffs 
 I exclaim,
"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin."
and my house won't budge.
 I am safe inside.

I recite this tale to my daughter when I curl her hair.
I tell it a little differently.
I'm teaching my kids why its safer to keep the wolf away.
Rules and commandments are not restrictive.
They bring safety,
they bring freedom.

So bring it on wolf.
We're building a house of bricks.

10.03.2011

Find teaching moments



 5 more days until our date.
She wants to go to Granny's.
Then we'll take her to the temple.
We'll sit and look at Moroni.
He'll be bright against the black sky.
She'll learn about the "birds and the bees"
I'm getting a bit nervous, and anxious.
I wanted to be a teacher when I grew up.
Mom's are the best teachers.
Turn off the radio and talk,
let her jabber about her day,
tuck her in and teach her about life.
Squeeze the teaching moments in wherever, and whenever.

 
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9.22.2011

His first kiss

 Riverfront Park
Farris Wheel ride with my son.


 




"Do you know what people do on Farris Wheel rides?"
"NO".
 
"They kiss."

He smirked.

"You should give me a kiss, it's tradition."

He puckered up,
got me on the cheek.

I took a picture.


......

Last night I tucked him in.
We talked about kissing.
He's nearly 10.
Tomorrow he'll be nearly 16.
I've taught him that he'll want to kiss a girl.
I've taught him about sex.
Someday,
it will fill his thoughts.
How can it not.
To think otherwise is naive.
Posters at the mall,
movies,
magazines in the grocery line,
a picture at some boys' house.
An image online.
Peers who share too much.
 
I reminded him 
the feelings,
they are wonderful.
God given.
With them he can have a family.
With them he will have the love of his life.
But,
at 
11,
12,
13,
14,
15,
16,
17,
     18......
if he kisses a girl,
and its not the kind of kiss he'd give his mama,
it will be difficult to keep those feelings under control.
Especially if she kisses his ear,
or his neck.
Its too sensitive there.
He looks a bit embarrassed.
I feel comfortable.
He needs to be taught.
I was 15 once.
I sat in car and gave a kiss goodnight.
You might think, 10????!!!
I started when he was 8.
His sex eduction will be taught in the loving arms of his mother.
Teach him before he's in the middle of it.
Teach him its normal.
Teach him how to control this power.
Teach him a peck on the cheek is tender.
Teach him to respect.
Teach him lust vs. love.
Teach him to understand what happiness will be his if he waits for the Girl.
The girl he will marry and love forever.
Teach him the girls he dates should have his standards.
Teach him he may be the only boy in control.
Teach him to be strong no matter what anyone says or does.
Teach him to respect a girl's family. 
Teach him to shake a father's hand with a firm hand and look him in the eye.
Teach.
Teach.
Teach.
Care.
Think.
Remember.
My privilege.
My responsibility.

His little sister just turned 8.
Next month she will sit and learn from her parents.
I will sit her on my lap.
I will hold her in my arms.
I will pray with her.
I will teach her about love.
I will teach her about wonderful desires.
 Desires given by God,
For love 
For family.
Its his plan.
It works when we obey,
when we control.
Joy is the result.
Joy that will radiate love and self-respect.

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