My husband and I decided that when our children were 11-years-old, we would tell them about sex. This way, we figured, they would hear it from us before finding out from friends or the rest of the world. We wanted them to understand that sex was a beautiful thing, and didn’t want them to think it was something bad, dirty, or shameful.When our oldest turn 11, my husband took him to lunch at McDonald’s for The Talk. When they got home again, I asked my son how it went. Did he understand? Did he have any questions? He looked at me wide-eyed, then pointed at my pregnant stomach.
“Ohhh,” he said. “Now I know how that got there.”
Pia, mother of 7