The Talk

I held a week old baby today. What an amazing thing! He was so teeny and sweet.

The boy belonged to a parent of one of my students. As I was standing there, naturally holding her newborn, she told me she needed to talk about the older one; the one in my class. It seems as though with the new baby around, hormones flying in 5th grade, and the possibility of overhearing other kids talking about the new "friend" girls ages 10-15 get, this little girl, we will call her Suzie, has become curious about where babies come from. How did she get in her mom's belly? How did baby Austin get in her mom's belly? The simple, "God gave you/him to us," wasn't working this time.

Somehow, with extreme uncomfortableness, this mother found a way to back herself out of this conversation. She wanted me to know, mostly because she wants to know when I am going to talk to Suzie and the rest of my class about this stuff. She thinks I am the one who should get the ball rolling.

Talk about pressure. I thought that was a parent's job. Especially these parents that are involved. Oh well, I guess I will figure out a way to answer all of these unheard of questions. Seems as though this kind of thing has been hitting me in the face as of late. A sign of what's to come I guess.

But, on an extremely positive, something else that is to come is reuniting with Jeff. I cannot wait!