Later, on older children
So. We told Private One the intimate details of how babies are created a few weeks ago. After nearly vomiting, he rallied, digested, and has gone on his merry way.
Untill today. Today, he asked me why married couples (because that’s the context in which we’re teaching him the Lord gives us the greatest blessings in this area) have sex, if they don’t want a baby. How can a baby be a surprise? He pondered. Just don’t do it. He said.
So in addition to the basics, he got a quick rundown on how birth control can work, or not, and how we are created for this act, aside from the reason of having babies.
And I was just getting over it from the first time you told me about this! He moaned. Now you tell me people want to do it?!?
Flash forward to this evening. He wants us to elaborate just a bit. OK, he says, so people want to do it. I thought they just had to get used to it if they want a baby. You know, get over how gross it is to have kids.
Um, no.
And he goes off to bed.
7 minutes later:
Mom. Dad. I have a question about sex. Okeedoke. We’re all up in it. Shoot. We’re cool here. Open, honest, Godly communication.
Um, do you guys do it, or do you want to get pregnant again, or what?
Well, son, we, um, do it. Yesserie, we do it. With nothing whatsoever to do with wanting another baby (not divulging what we think should be ours alone).
He blanches. And maybe starts to gag. And nervously laugh. Why?, he pleads.
His father answers. Because it’s fun, son. It’s just great fun.
He looks confused. How can it be fun when the very thought sends shivers up his nearly 11 year old sweet spine?
The Colonel thinks fast. Um, son. You know how you just love Frankie’s Fun Park (a local arcade, pizza, go-cart, skeet shooting sort of birthday/weekend place)?
Yeah. Frankie’s rocks.
Well, sex for adults, who are married and love each other is like a Frankie’s Fun Park for grown-ups.
The first Private is stricken. Fun like Frankie’s? For adults? Sex??? You mean like Frankie’s Sex Park??? Groooooooosssssss, Dad!
Yeah. Like Frankie’s Sex Park. But better. And no tokens or game debit cards. It’s all free. Trust us. You’ll see. But prayerfully, not for a good, long while.
After that, he willingly went to bed. And we haven’t heard from him since.
Maybe we can sneak upstairs, and lock the door, without him noticing.
C3D13
More signs, so I do think I’m healthily ovulating…I think. We shared a little lovin’ last night and the night before (sorry for TMI), and the official O date should be tomorrow or Friday, so this month, it won’t be for lack of trying if there is another BFN.
And sweetly enought, this month, I’ve not been the initiator. We’ve just sort of, well, needed eachother, in the midst of the chaos surrounding our frenetic home repairs, resigning from jobs, people being ticked we’re leaving, parents and niece in town, etc. etc…somtimese, it’s just re-stabilizing to be close.
Just for the sheer beauty, if not inspiration, check out this slide show, of a homebirth. It is simply one of the most glorious things that the Lord can give us.
Have a wonderful Wednesday, as we clear the hurdle and head into the weekend.
Peace.
