So my mother is a little unorthodox.
As a kid, I was never graced with gentle lies of the storks coming to bring babies, or of magical seeds that plant the baby in the mommy’s tummy. I had my first sex talk at the ripe old age of 3 years old. And my first condom demonstration on a banana at 7 years old.
It makes sense. My mom has a job in sexual health and teen pregnancy prevention, so I suppose she wanted to instill in me the knowledge and practices that would help me in the future. Personally, I loved knowing about all of the facts and basics of sex and the like.
Not everyone’s parents are like that. And there’s no right or wrong when it comes to this kind of thing. I just know that it really worked out for us.
I would say about 50% of the conversations that my mom and I have are related to sex and sexual health, so our first talk opened up a whole world of conversations that for some families, are very awkward. Whether it’s awkward or smooth sailing, the talking is the most important thing.