There are few parenting moments more cringe-worthy than what I experienced. We all know that a nightstand drawer is a sacred space, reserved for intimate items—things we don’t discuss in polite company. Yes, I’m talking about the essentials: condoms, lubricants, handcuffs, and yes, vibrators.
As someone who embraces the lighter side of sexuality, I have no qualms about admitting I own a vibrator or two. In fact, I’ve even taken on the role of a kind of “Vibrator Fairy.” For my sister’s 21st birthday, I gifted her a cute little pink vibrator that the sales associate at a local shop recommended as a great beginner’s option. It was a delightful, buzzing bear that made her entrance into adulthood a little more exciting.
I once even mailed a vibrator to a dear friend who moved to South Korea for a teaching job. She was all alone, didn’t speak the language, and wasn’t expecting any romantic encounters anytime soon. So, naturally, I went shopping for a fun surprise. I found a quirky little vibrating pink toy named “Buddy” and sent it her way. She loved it, joking about taking “Buddy” out for drinks. I swear, if Instagram had existed back then, Buddy would have had his own profile filled with selfies and travel shots!
That’s generally how I view sex and all its paraphernalia—through a lens of humor. However, one day, my humorous approach collided with a rather mortifying incident that shattered the boundary between mom and my not-so-innocent self.
As a stay-at-home mom, my days revolve around my two boys. My older son is off at school, leaving me with my 18-month-old, who is my constant companion. One morning, while I took a moment to brush my teeth, my little one wandered from the bathroom into my bedroom, where I was blissfully unaware of his mischievous exploration.
He’s currently in a phase where he finds immense joy in opening and shutting things. He started with the dresser drawers before making his way to my nightstand. I was only partially paying attention when I noticed him fiddling with the drawer. I never thought he’d find what I had carefully tucked away at the back. Spoiler alert: I was wrong.
Suddenly, he emerged with my lavender vibrator in hand. Shocked and momentarily frozen, I barely registered what he had before he held it up to his ear and began chirping, “Hell-o! Hell-o!” And just like that, my unsuspecting toddler answered my vibrator.
This hilarious yet mortifying episode is a reminder that parenting can often lead to the most unexpected, laughable situations. If you want to read more about navigating parenthood with a touch of humor, check out our blog post on intimacy and parenting. Also, if you’re considering starting a family, you might find helpful resources on pregnancy and home insemination at MedlinePlus, which is an excellent resource for anyone on this journey. For those interested in DIY options, you can find reputable at-home insemination syringe kits at Make A Mom.
In summary, while the world of adult toys might seem taboo, it can lead to some of the funniest parenting moments. Just remember to keep those nightstand drawers locked tight!
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