As much as I told myself that any day this was going to happen at this age, and tried to prepare myself with books, google, sister and sister-in-law preparatory conversations, and discussions with Mr. Kiggins...
I was still shocked and blindsided when it was said.
"What's sex?"
Oh Connor!!
My heart dropped!
Surely this wasn't happening.
So I did what any logical mother would do.
Told him to go and take a long shower while I collected myself and discussed with Mr. Kiggins an attack plan.
After a very intense conversation with Mr. Kiggins, Heavenly Father and me, we concluded that the best approach with our Connor would be a scientific one.
He's so logical, it just made sense.
So I pulled out the anatomy book that came with the 1985 encyclopedia set we inherited, sat him down and had "the talk".
Then there was an intense yet brief question and answer session.
And then it was over.
We did family scripture study and prayer, and he was off to bed.
And then I fell apart in Mr. Kiggins arms.
Everything was sweaty and shaky.
My poor baby.
I felt that I took away a piece of his childhood.
But better Dad and me than someone else.
And better he have all of the correct information, then something second hand.
Ugh!
I still can't believe this happened.
I just hope he's not as traumatized as I am right now.
Love,
The Mrs.
