I debated whether or not I should blog about the following subject. Part of me thinks that certain things are private and not to be shared with the general public and then there's another part of me that knows that this is happening everywhere and almost all of my friends who have small children will be experiencing the same thing in a few years. So, since we are all essentially in the same boat, I will proceed...
The other night, Elliott and I were in bed talking and he told me that John has started to ask him questions about his boy parts. I know there are generally two camps of people when referring to "boy parts." Those of you that think proper scientific names should be used for everything and those of you that think cute made up names like tinkie winkie and pee pee are just fine. For the purposes of this blog, and I'm not saying what camp I'm in, although most of you already know, the aforementioned subject will be referred to as "boy parts." Anyway, my interest thoroughly peaked, I shot up to a sitting position and asked him how the conversation went. In detail. Here's what was said,
John: "Daddy, what's my boy part for?"
Elliott: "Well, it's there so that when you go out hunting or fishing, you'll be able to use the bathroom without making a mess all over yourself."
John: "Okay, why don't girls have them?"
Elliott: "Girls don't go hunting or fishing. They like to stay at home where there are toilets for them to use the bathroom in."
John (with a suspicious look on his face): "Seriously Dad, what else are they for?"
Elliott: "I'll tell you later."
You'll tell him later?!? What do you mean later? Like, later as in years, or later as in "it's late so we'll have to talk about it tomorrow?" My head was spinning. Could this be happening so soon? He's only 8 and a half years old. Elliott told me that he was going to have to tell him everything pretty soon because he didn't want him to hear it at school. I just don't like this one bit. I like the innocence I have between me and my son. I like that there's a whole world of stuff he doesn't even know exists. Surely he'll look at me differently. He'll wonder when Elliott and I say, "Mommy and Daddy need to take a long nap. Please don't come in our room for a little while. We'll be sleeping. Just watch your movie and when we wake up we'll come out and watch it with you."
I know that everyone has a story about when they first heard about girl parts and boy parts and what they're for and how they work. For me, it was the end. I didn't hear anything at school. I wasn't even suspicious that something was going on that I didn't know about. I was innocent. I don't even remember starting the whole thing with a question. I just remember my mom calling me into her room and then telling me about it all. I'm serious when I say my world came crashing down. Disney's "It's a Small World", the soundtrack to my life at that time, came screeching to a halt. Forest animals ceased to dance around my feet. I was sick. How could anyone want to do that?
That being the only perspective I have, I am a little concerned for what John is about to go through. I'm sure Elliott will do fine and I'm sure John will do fine. I just don't want to think about it. Actually, I don't have to think about it. I'm pretty sure that this is Elliott's department. My turn will come when the girls get older. And you can bet I'll soften the blow with a weekend at a nice hotel, good food, good chocolate, and lots of shopping. Until then, I'll be watching all my other friends out with daughters who are closer to it than mine are.