The Essentials of Insane Parenting -- What its all about!

As a parent I know that there are times I could use a good laugh, cry, or just read about something that may give me ideas of my own where parenting is concerned. I find that sometimes reading about what other parents go through or have gone through help me to decide on a path in my life that helps me become a better parent. So, I got together with some friends, both old and new to present this blog to you; other parents who may be in need. Each person will write about whatever they are knowledgeable about, or something they have gone through that they have learned something from. As I begin publishing these articles, I will also be submitting for your reading pleasure, a bio of each of our writers. Please learn from and enjoy our blog... its here for you and your friends, if for nothing else; fun!

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

My boy and the talk

My boy and the talk

I'm what you term a single mum, although because my son is now 29, that term seems really odd. His father had opportunities, and still does have them to communicate with him, but they are both stubborn. At this stage, not a lot is happening. I've decided that I am going to step away and if it happens they communicate, so be it. Having tried to bring them together last year and again this year, neither seems that keen, although deep in their hearts, I bet they would love to catch up. Anyway, enough about that.
 


I remember talking to my son about sex and girls, drugs, drink etc.   I remember one day we were driving along in the country and the sex subject came up. He turned to me and said, "mum, you're a bit late, I know most of it, already".  He was about 11, I suppose. So, naturally I asked him just how much he knew, and where did he learn it.  He said 'oh, us boys talk about it all the time, and we talk about with the girls at school"  You can imagine what was running through my head! However, it all turned out to be pretty innocent, but I did buy him some books about sex, and always kept the door open for conversations. The following year, when he was 12, he came home with a necklace from a girl, that was a birthday present. Funny thing was, he said she was a nuisance and kept hanging around "us boys, and messing up our games".

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