There are moments in parenthood that can be utterly mortifying, and this experience certainly qualifies. Most individuals understand the sanctity of nightstand drawers; they are reserved for items of a personal and intimate nature. I’m not just referring to essentials like socks, but rather to items that serve a more adult purpose—namely, items related to sexual wellness. These drawers often house an array of items, including condoms, lubricants, restraints, and, for many women, their trusted vibrators.
I openly acknowledge that I own a couple of such devices. In fact, I’ve even fancied myself a bit of a “Vibrator Fairy,” gifting playful intimacy devices to friends and family. For instance, on my sister’s 21st birthday, I curated a care package that included a cute, beginner-friendly vibrator—a whimsical little bear recommended by a knowledgeable sales associate at a popular store. Additionally, I once sent a vibrating novelty in hot pink, humorously named “Buzzy Buddy,” to my best friend teaching abroad. She playfully referred to it as her new companion, envisioning adventures together, and likely would have shared whimsical photos on social media had it existed at the time.
Generally, I approach topics related to intimacy with humor and openness. However, one day, I encountered an incident that transcended simple embarrassment; it fundamentally blurred the lines between my roles as a mother and as an individual.
As a stay-at-home mother, I spend my days with my 18-month-old son, Oliver, while my older son is at school. Oliver is my constant little shadow, always exploring. One morning, as I attempted to brush my teeth, he wandered into my bedroom. At this stage in his development, he finds immense joy in opening and closing drawers. I barely paid attention as he shuffled towards my nightstand, engrossed in my own routine. Suddenly, I noticed him tugging at the drawer, and before I could react, he unearthed my lavender vibrator.
In disbelief, I watched as he lifted the device to his ear, grinning widely, and began to utter, “Hell-o. Hell-o.” Thus, the day my child answered my vibrator became etched in my memory.
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In summary, this experience serves as a reminder that the worlds of parenting and adult life often collide in unexpected ways. It’s essential to embrace these moments with a sense of humor and acceptance, recognizing that even the most private aspects of our lives can become part of our parenting journey.