My husband and DS-11 had a father and son moment today. That’s right; they went to the elementary school maturation program together.
I think DH was kind of looking forward to it. DS pretty much know all the basics; I’ve been telling him about it since he was old enough to ask questions. We went through the “Where do babies come from?” discussions when I was carrying his younger brother.
DS told me a little bit about it. He was annoyed that other kids in the fifth grade were giggling and behaving like, well, 11-year-old boys when the subject is mentioned. (I’m not afraid of the word, by the way, I just don’t want blog scanners to find it and leave me unfortunate messages).
The whole thing had me remembering my visit to the gym with all the other girls in the sixth grade class, and their parents. Back then boys didn’t get a program ~ instead they played football for an hour. What a rip-off.
I was the youngest of four daughters, but I didn’t have a clue. But it sure made a lot of things click into place. Like the supplies. I knew where they were, but I didn’t know why we kept buying them if no one was using them. (duhhh!)
It wasn’t until I started my period that I came to understand Mom’s come-aparts. Before I was puzzled and a little bit frightened when she started mopping the floor and sobbing, now, alas, I understand.
Come on now, don’t be shy. Raise your hand if you had similar moments of complete hormonal melt down.
After my program Mom asked me if I had any questions, and I did. Just one. I wanted to know the exact day this unfortunate event was going to happen to me. I always have been one to want to know the deadlines. Mom didn't have an answer. Which is odd, because she usually had an answer for everything.
I also remember during the first few periods I felt really bad because I was losing yet another potential baby. Back then it seemed like a death, of sorts, to me. Although I knew I was in no way ready to be a mother, nor was I interested in being one.
The whole female thing has been fairly easy for me ~ albeit frequently inconvenient, occasionally embarrassing and from time to time downright painful.
But being a woman has so many pluses.
I love being female for many reasons I cannot explain.
I also love that I have given my sons a good father who can show them how to be a man in many ways, large and small.
This is the last of my Scrappin Trends projects. The sewing is crooked, but I'm not planning to enter it in the County Fair.