Here’s something they don’t tell you in the parenting books: the most important conversations you’ll have with your kids will be in the car. While driving. That’s when they’ll choose to mess with your head, throw you their curliest questions and make their most jaw-dropping observations. This will be both good and bad.
Good because from the backseat, they can’t see the panic in your eyes. Bad because when you’re freaking out, it can be hard not to crash into a tree.
I’m not talking Great-Wall-of-China type questions. No need to pull a rabbit out of your glovebox for those. That’s what Google and smart phones are for. Just pass your iphone back to your tech-savvy kid who will be able to find the answer they need before the lights go green. The true challenges are your more esoteric dilemmas. Birth, death, religion, politics, sex. All the topics that make a dinner party lively but not ideal to discuss with a six-year-old while trying to remember whether you’re passing through a 40km hr school zone.
When you’re confronted with explaining Big Issues, the responsibility of being a parent weighs heavily because you’re meant to have the answers and often you don’t. Not when put on the spot, anyway. These are the times when you can almost hear the drum roll as the universe waits for you to bugger it up and wreck your kid’s life. That’s how important it feels. The consequence of the wrong response is, naturally, a lifetime of therapy for your child. NO PRESSURE. Add a moving vehicle to the equation and it makes for some merry hell.
Whenever I’m faced with one of those drumroll moments, there are two images that flash into my head. One is of Russell Crowe in Romper Stomper, an angry skinhead roaming the streets causing mindless havoc. The other is of my child as an adult, lying on a couch while talking to a therapist. Both images fill me with dread. Given that my view of therapy is not a bad one (as I wrote here last week), I should clarify that it’s not the therapy that disturbs me but rather the idea that the root of all my child’s future problems will be traced back to this one conversation where I stuffed it.
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I honestly havent had that "scary" talk yet! My son is 4, and he asks questions all the time! One thing we have tried to get rid of in our vocab is saying "oh thats so gay"... i have been bought up saying it, and so many young people use the term and its always a negative spin behind it! the problem now we have is that our son thinks the word "Gay" is a bad word we cant say and we are trying to tell him that Gay means two boys that love each other or two girls that love each other and its ok to say it to explain that, but his little brain just doesnt understand yet!
I do no thave a problem with my child asking me questions, which is so strange for me as i am notorious for not communicating properly, i keep things to myself, but i do not get embarresed or concerned when questions ro statements are made from him!
we have decided that we will explain things to our son if he asks or at this young age we try and ask him how he thinks things happen! I am 5 weeks pregnant and noone know s yet, but somehow our little man just believes his sister is in my tummy...its bizzare..we havent uttered a word about it hardly between my husbadn and i because we dont want to jinx things(mc last year) but he keeps saying his sister is in my tummy and i he said that when she is big enough the doctor will get it out but pulling it out my belly button or out my bum like a giant poo......and at the age of 4 he can think the way he wants! We will explain in a year or so the way it really happens and i dont have a problem with it!
I was rushing with my 10 year old daughter in the middle of Chermside shopping centre one crowded Thursday night (on the way to a hair appointment which we were very late for) when she bursts out with "Mummy? I think it's time we talk about what's going to happen when I become a woman!"
I stop dead. Balancing on the edge of a thousand different responses....waaaaaaait a minute.
"Honey - did anyone come to visit you at school today?"
"Yes! They separated the boys and girls and talked to them in different rooms"
Ah. Thanks for the notification, school.
"Okay sweety, I PROMISE we will talk about this soon - but maybe not right at this moment? Oh look at that over there!"
"Wha...?"
Subject changed. :)