I knew well before I had kids that I wanted them to be able to talk to me about anything.
When I was growing up, sex was a taboo topic. I would say that was pretty normal for my [millennial] generation.
My parents always SAID I could talk to them about anything, but there were consequences when I did so I learned how to hide things instead.
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When I was 15, I got into an uncomfortable situation with a boy, and I tried telling my mum about it. I ended up grounded because I wasn’t where I was meant to be that night.
Sex was used as a way to have some control over my life, over my body (I wasn’t allowed to get my ears pierced!), and to feel like a grown up.
I know now that this was immature, but at the time, I just wanted to do grown up things.
This week I was talking to my mother’s group. Our daughters are six and one of them was in a flurry because her daughter had asked THE QUESTION.
“How do babies get into bellies?”
Our group chat was full of squeamish replies about dreading the day they have to have “the talk”.
I was the only one that was an advocate for being open and honest about sex. Most wanted to wait, or at most, only explain the biological aspect.
One mum said the sex education the kids would receive in grade 5 would be enough.
Recommendations were shared for books that could be left on the ends of beds for the kids to find, that could give the information without the parents having to be involved.
I questioned why you would not want to be involved.
"You can do the talk with my daughter if you want!" one friend laughed. "Saves me having to do it!"