![]() I knew there are good books out there somewhere. ![]() I knew I really needed to do some reading about this. As I listened to the rhythmic creaking of the swing, I thought, That was close. He trotted off to play on the swing set, and I returned to my weeding. I braced myself for further questioning, but it never came. As I gazed up at the sky, the words came to me: "Well," I offered, "it has to do with a husband and wife, their love for each other, and God's plan for families." Tugging at a particularly large clump, I tumbled backwards as it came loose. I focused on the weeds before me, trying to remain calm. He probably just heard the term on the bus, and he doesn't need to know all the details right now. If you think my ostrichlike mentality left me unprepared for the ensuing conversation, you're right. I secretly hoped my children would somehow learn the facts of life by osmosis-or at least that my husband would be the one to field questions of this sort. My own preadolescent experience with The Talk had been ever so brief and acutely embarrassing. I hadn't really given the topic much thought. After all, he was only in first grade, and we had no older children to pave the way through this unknown territory. I must admit I wasn't ready for his question. I thought, This child is never going to ride the school bus again! After dropping his backpack on the grass beside me, he asked the unthinkable: "Mom, what's sex?" I was busily at work in the yard, uprooting the invaders, when my six-year-old son approached me after school with a burning question. It happened in the spring, the time when gardeners go out to battle against weeds.
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