This post was originally published in March 2014. It’s one of my favorites. The big son is now 14, just hit 6′ and is still growing…
The conversation that day…
The big son just got home from Middle School. We usually talk about how the day went. He’s a thirteen-year-old, good natured kid. He does well in school and to the best of my knowledge has never been in trouble, except for one Pre-k incident, when Miss L told him to sit at his desk because he was giggling, then he cried the rest of the day. The big son is currently taking an accelerated Living Environment class. His class recently entered deep into the mysteries of the reproductive chapter.
The big son asks in quite a frustrated tone, “Mom, why did I have to color a vagina?”
Me, “What colors did you have to color the vagina?” I’m trying not too laugh because he’s really quite annoyed.
Big Son, “Does it matter?”
Me, “That depends.” I’m stifling giggles as we continue conversing.
Big Son, “We had to color the vagina-red, the uterus-orange, the fallopian tubes; also know as the oviduct-yellow, the ovaries-blue-” Big son flashes his colored vagina pictures.
Me, “Wow, I don’t even remember all those parts,” I look down at my pelvis, “geez, I hope everything is still in there that’s supposed to be.”
“Oh, c’mon I’m just kidding.” I look at the vagina picture the big son is shaking in his hand and think, wow, all the worrying I did when he was little because he couldn’t color in the lines. I’m proud of the big son’s vagina picture.
Big Son, “It’s not fair Mom, the penis picture is so much more embarrassing.”
Big Son, “From the side view, the penis picture looks really bad. You don’t see anything from the vagina side view.” He shows me the penis diagram picture too – perhaps he thinks his mom doesn’t know what a penis looks like.
Me, “Well, how about the female torso, side view?”
Big Son, “What about it?”
Me, “The breasts from the side, you can see those.”
Big Son, “They’re not important.”
Me, “Why not?”
Big Son, “We didn’t even have to color them.”
Me, “Well, they might be important someday…” (this response I keep to myself)
Wurd Girl created for a long ago illustration class. Textbook is one I designed (interior and exterior) and art directed while at Prentice Hall. I did not do the cover art
I’d like to give a shout out to schools dealing with these important topics. Besides the personal conversations that parents have with their children, many schools shoulder the responsibility of informing our students with important, yet sometimes “uneasy” topics such as reproduction. Educators do this masterfully and professionally without the giggles…