The Talk

It seems like yesterday that I was holding my little 6lbs 10 oz. baby in my arms...Boiling his nipples until he was a year old (excessive I know I was young) Carrying him until he was 5 yrs. old whilst his feet dragged the ground..and now well he is almost 12 yrs. Old, taller than me and talks like a man...God help me...Why do I have to be a nurse...I have to arm him with information that I think that his 12 yr old mind can't handle...but by way of being his mother and preparing him for adulthood (they never tell you that it will be so painful to see them grow up to be vibrant, strong young men) I must do. Because sometimes knowing too much is a curse, I know that even though I do not want to tell him about phyliss, gondaloria, chlymidious or the worst of them all the hivv...I must arm him, or at least make him aware of what lurks out in the no mans land. Hence we have the talk...
He says mom please do we have to talk about this?? He is all red and blotchy...I say yes son with the medical dictionary by my side and a condom. I say open it up...he looks at me as if I am crazy...but I know that kids his age are experimenting and I am worried for his safety...As he pulls the condom out he is wondering what the H E double hockey sticks I am about to tell him...I keep it medical, showing him pictures of STD's making him aware of what is out there...I tell him that if he chooses to do "something" he should always be armed like a soldier and that really "something" should only be shared with someone very special, someone that he is married to... I let him know that I do not approve of casual "somethings" but if he chooses to do "something" that he should always be armed...he says okay okay mom enough I know I know...but I know that he does not know...then he tells me mom a girl at school said she wants to go with me...you know circle yes or no kind of thing...I say what did you say...he says my heart hurt to tell her no...I said why did you tell her no...."grasp, my heart is hurting right now as I gulp for air" He says, well I heard your voice in my head saying that it's not time, I'm not ready for that kind of thing."Me holding back the tears, and my heart full of pride" I say son I am proud of you, you made the right choice. Wow, I must be doing something right...I mean I know that I am going to mess him up somehow don't we all, but darn that kid...he is just the best of the best... and the torcher continues as I arm him with all kinds of information to help him become a successful productive adult. I have no worries though I know that above and beyond all… he will have the same out look on life as I have “Faith, Truth, Honor and Never Judging Others”...these are the things that are important in life...