One of those questions that just about every parent fears but has to face at some point. In fact, his actual words were: “Mummy, please be brutally honest with me. Tell me, is the Easter Bunny real?”. My heart sank. What do I tell him? “Most people say he doesn’t (picture a very crushed little face looking back at me at this point) but I believe in magic and I believe he does.” He seemed to accept that and immediately perked up. He clearly wasn’t ready to handle the truth.
I realised at that moment that I am in no way ready for him to accept the truth either. Accepting the truth about the Easter Bunny has all sorts of implications. It means that he is growing up! 😱 He is in such a hurry to grow up as well. He monitors his body every day to see if there is any new evidence of puberty sprouting somewhere. He celebrates every new baby hair he sees under his arms and any hint of body odour means he is becoming a big boy:-). He constantly asks about other signs that he needs to look for and is fascinated by the concept of an Adam’s apple. It is such an amazing time in his life and a pleasure to be a part of although it feels scary at the same time.
Of course, all of this curiosity means that the time is fast approaching when we will need to have the talk. I have no idea how I am going to approach it. I have so many fears that if I approach it incorrectly, I will scar him for life!🤪 Do you have a son? How did you approach it? Please let me know what worked and what didn’t. In other words…Help!
Yesterday my heart stopped again…we were in a health and beauty store when he asked me if he could ask a question. Then he says: “No… it would be better if I showed it to you”. I didn’t think much of it and followed him into the next aisle. Where does he mosey on over to…yip you guessed it…the condoms! 😲 Like I said, my heart stopped but at the same time I was quite amused. Until that moment, I had never noticed what was on the boxes (It was pics of women) and of course, they are at eye level of a curious 9-year-old boy (soon to be 10 I might add). On the one hand, I was thrilled that he still trusted me enough to ask the question and that he was still innocent enough not to know what he was looking at. On the other, I was so nervous about the questions that would follow. I told him what they were but that I would explain to him when he is a little older what they were for as he doesn’t need to know now. He was happy to accept that answer for now…phew!
The next 3 or 4 years are going to be interesting but I am up for the challenge. As the African proverb goes though…
So do share your experiences on how you and your child/children got through puberty in the comments section. I look forward to hearing from you.
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