The Fretful Mother's Blog

I’ve kind of been winding my way through the whole “talk” thing with my daughter. I throw out bits and pieces here and there rather than sitting down and laying the whole thing out for her. I like to think it’s easier for both of us that way. I mean, who wants their mother going on and on about sex for five hours?
So far I’ve covered puberty, the sperm-and-egg process, pregnancy, crushes on boys, etc. Pretty much everything but the actual sexual act has been covered. And I really don’t want to do it. I was hoping she would learn everything she needed to know from her friends, or at least movies.
Unfortunately for me, I have a daughter who reads books. Yesterday she didn’t understand what a half-brother was and how someone could have different sets of parents. I tried to dance around the subject as best as I could, but I’m afraid I may be causing even more confusion. I might have started talking about hermaphrodites. I’m not really sure. I was trying to talk about how all sorts of things can be half something and half something else. I guess the odds on that are like 8 in 100,000. I don’t know exactly how that came up, but it’s not good.
I think I must be really worried about this because I dreamt about her asking me about mermaid sex last night. Her book involved Poseidon, and I must have worked all the topics together. It’s kind of insane. Anyway, I’m thinking maybe I should let her read the final Twilight book after all. There’s vampire sex in that one. Maybe it would do a better job of explaining than I would. And then maybe she’d think you have to find a vampire to fall in love with you before you can do it. Talk about safe sex. And we all know you can never be too safe.

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