The Talk

My daughter came home from school yesterday with a little bag in her hand a secretive look on her face. I didn't see what was in her hand at first. I said, "Hey, how was your day?" She just nodded at me. "What? Are you okay?" I ask. She shakes her head 'yes' and says, "Hold on, I don't want Chase to hear."
She goes about her after school routine, throws her book bag on the counter, gets a little snack, starts fielding the "who will I play?" calls that are coming to her cell phone but doesn't let go of that bag.
I went to sit outside to because it was finally warm enough. She comes out to the patio, sits down and says, "Well, we had the talk in school today." Ahh, the talk. She hands me the bag and says, "Take the pamphlets, they're for you. In case you need to read stuff. The other stuff is mine." I'm quite sure I am going to need to brush up on stuff. One day Oprah had this whole show about talking to your kids about sex and there was some stuff I didn't know. It's like 5th grade homework.
"They didn't talk about sex though, just your body and how it changes." she informed me.
"Okay, we'll do that. Okay?" I asked.
"Fine. Whenever," she answered me.
I guess this shouldn't surprise me. She has always been very open.
Long before I ever kept an online journal I kept art journals of things my children did and said. This is a page from one 5 1/2 years ago.


Time Flies... that always reminds me of "turn, turn, turn" song or verse. Up until now I actually thought that was a Byrds original. Stupid non church going me... a time to learn to walk and a time to have the talk, they managed to seem like they came in days of each other...