A late night conversation with a friend inspired this post.
We had just returned from an evening of live music from some up and coming acts in Victoria Island and somehow we started talking about our childhoods and then landed on the topic of sex education. We had a good laugh recalling those cringeworthy moments. It felt as if I was transported back to that time.
I was 14 (too late for “the talk” by any standards) and I had to endure this painfully uncomfortable speech from my mom. You know - girls, boys and body parts = pregnancy. Sprinkled with a dose of "no premarital sex" and "wait for your husband." Then a few obligatory bible verses to wrap it all up nice and proper. Boom, sex education delivered! No discussion about my thoughts or anything. 😂🫣
To be fair, kudos to my mom for even attempting it. I know some parents would rather curl up and die than talk about sex with their kids. But avoiding it altogether? You are kuku doing yourself with that approach.😏
I’m no expert on the right age or right way to tackle this topic. There’s a plethora of information and professionals on Google, do your research. But I wonder, are you prepared to talk about sexuality? Because whether you realize it or not, your children will interact with all sorts of people and perspectives as they grow up. How do you plan to equip them for that? The key is coming from a place of empowerment, not fear or shame.
As a kid, I would have loved the freedom to openly discuss this stuff and have my curiosities indulged without judgment. My experience was what it was, and I turned out okay for the most part by re educating myself. BUT the world IS getting weirder. Are you empowering your children to hold their own when you are not there? As parents or guardians, we owe it to them to own our discomfort and talk!
Peace and love.
Here’s what I’m currently enjoying:
⭐️This photo of me at a beach resort recently.
You were 14? Girl I was 20. About to go to college and my mum said “make sure you don’t know any man”. Just like that.