Updated: Aug. 14, 2023
Originally Published: June 11, 2023
When my eldest child, Noah, was around the same age as the little girl in question, he began his relentless quest for knowledge. At that time, I was a single parent, and he was the only child, often expressing a desire for a sibling. I had cleverly convinced him that maybe having a brother or sister wasn’t such a great idea—because sharing Mommy meant less time just for him.
“You’ll have to share me if you have a sibling, and I know how much you love having me all to yourself!”
Since it was just the two of us, my argument played right into his self-centered little heart. He reluctantly agreed that perhaps a sibling wasn’t in his best interest, yet he continued to bombard me with questions.
“But how did I get in your belly?” and “What did my partner have to do with it?”
Honestly, it was one of those rare moments when I wished his dad was around to share the awkwardness. Eventually, I realized he deserved an honest answer. I wanted him to hear the truth from me, rather than from a cheeky kid at school or an uninhibited health teacher. After a month—or maybe six—I finally got my act together and bought an age-appropriate book, Where Did I Come From? by Peter Mayle, to help me explain things.
As I sat down with Noah, I felt a mix of apprehension and pride. It was important for me, as a single mom, to let him know he could come to me about anything. I was determined to be his go-to resource.
One evening, while we were watching TV, Noah looked at me and said, “Mom, I think I know where babies come from.”
I felt a wave of fear wash over me. “Oh really? Do tell!”
With a huge smile, he said, “You eat a peanut, and it grows into a baby.”
I was simultaneously amused and perplexed. I seriously considered letting that theory stand! Laughing, I replied, “Nice try, but no.”
It was time to dive into the conversation, so I grabbed the book and snuggled up with him. The book presented a straightforward and child-friendly approach to reproduction. It emphasized that babies come from a loving relationship between a husband and wife, and the illustrations featured relatable characters rather than supermodels. I appreciated that; let’s not set him up for a fall!
As we read, my embarrassment morphed into a sense of accomplishment. I had tackled a tough topic head-on. If he had asked whether that was how he was conceived, I might have answered with, “No, I’m a goddess, and only mere mortals have to do it that way.” My ability to face reality has its limits!
Once we finished, I asked if he had any questions. He confidently shook his head, so I took that as a sign I had done an excellent job! Giving him a hug, I asked, “So, do you understand where babies come from now?” He grinned and replied, “Yep! You eat a peanut, and it grows into a baby!”
Sigh.
Fast forward three years, and I’m preparing to marry, while Noah is gearing up to enter middle school. This time, he approached me with a more direct question.
“Mom, how do you get pregnant?”
Here we go again! I asked if he remembered our book session, and though he said no, I could tell he had some lingering memories. And judging by his facial expression, he was clearly uneasy—much like when we sat together in his room, flipping through that book for round two.
He listened intently, cringing at the details. Meanwhile, I felt like a pro compared to the last time. When I finished, I asked if he had any questions. Initially, he shook his head, but then he blurted out, “You did that with my dad?!”
Whoa! No judging here, kiddo! I managed a hug and simply told him, “At one point, your dad and I loved each other, and that’s what counts.” He accepted my answer without any fuss.
The icing on the cake came a year later when he shared that he had overheard boys in his locker room boasting about their so-called “expertise” on the topic, and he knew they were full of it. He thanked me for being honest and preparing him for the real world. As a mom, it doesn’t get much better than that!
Now, with another little one on the way, I feel ready for whatever questions may come next. Let’s just hope that this time, she receives the information with as much grace as her brother did, and I can keep my sanity intact. If not, I can always pass the baton to her dad this time around.
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Summary:
Navigating the birds and bees conversation with my son Noah has been a journey filled with humor and learning. From his innocent misunderstanding of how babies are made to his thoughtful questions as he matures, I’ve embraced the challenge of being an open and honest parent. Now, as I prepare for another child, I hope to handle the next round of questions with equal grace and maybe even some laughter.