Mom It’s Time

T came home from school yesterday and was chortling as he unpacked his backpack.
T: Mom it is time for my comedy class!
Me (listening with half an ear): What?
He digs out a pink form and waves it at me.
T: Mom you have to sign this form. They are finally going to teach us about sex at school.
Me (laughing): But you know all about it already.
T: I know mom that is why I said it was going to be a comedy class.
Me: T I do not want to get a call from the school about you disrupting the sex class.
T: Mom really…..
Later in the evening I reminded him once more that he was to behave in class.
That I wanted to hear nothing from the school regarding this class.
And he was not to say anything.
As the daughter of a nurse who learned about sex and babies when she was 7 I have never been shy discussing the birds and bees with T.
ha ha
And given that he has always loved his birth story and has had me tell it over and over again sex was something I explained early.
Not in great detail and as he has gotten older we had several more conversations.
***His father attempted once to have ‘the talk’ with him and T laughed him out of the room. He was terribly uncomfortable and had nothing new to add.***
I wholeheartedly believe that sex education is best started at home.
I have taught T that his body is his own and no one can touch him without his consent.
I have taught him that a body is just a body.
Whether male or female.
That the sexual aspect is a gift given by your partner.
Otherwise everyone looks the same under their clothes.
Two legs/arms/hips/genitals in one form or other/knees etc etc.
I have taught him to respect girls and women.
I have drilled into him to always stop and think before doing something:
Is this something that I would be okay with if it happened to my mom?
As well as the police and parents of any girl he harmed would do less to hurt him then I will. He is aware that running and changing his identity in case of this happening is by far his best choice.
Although he will be hunted til the day I die.
Hobbling after him waving my wooden spoon.
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I know that there are things that most parents won’t discuss or fear discussing with their children.
Sex being a big one.
Or at least in my town/city.
Abstinence not education is the preferred way to deal with it.
As a parent the less that I make something exotic and unknown the less exciting it becomes.
Yes sex is wonderful and great.
But there is a lot that plays into it and those things can be difficult to convey to a group of 15 about to be teens.
How do they understand the emotions that come with this experience?
They don’t and it is something that will only be understood once they have gone through it.
The mechanics will never change and those can be taught in school.
The emotional aspect and how one must treat their partner is something that can only be taught at home.
And is something that we should never shy away from discussing.
©May 26/21
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Is it Me?

Everyone who reads my blog knows that I love my coffee.
In fact I am quite the snob in that I grind my own beans.
I use flavored coffee creamer.
International Delight Double Double.
Or I did until yesterday.
First off I slept passed 7 on a Sunday.
Made my coffee looking over the cleanliness of the apartment and am content.
I cleaned and moved things around this weekend.
Pour my piping hot coffee settle on the couch and take my first sip.
My forehead creases as I get a wee aftertaste.
Not enough to make me go ugh but enough to make me notice it.
Okay maybe I did not put enough coffee in.
There was no way that I was drinking that cup.
I ended up dumping coffee and making a second pot.
Same thing still have this funky aftertaste so am thinking that my coffee has gone off.
Dump out the coffee.
Run over to Tim’s and get myself a fresh bag of ground coffee.
Come home and make another pot.
Still the aftertaste and lightbulb goes off.
Maybe it is the cream?
I have two bottles so I decided to open up the other one and try.
Still have the aftertaste.
By now I am worried that it is me.
Is this a new thing?
Am I never going to be able to drink coffee again?
Decided that I was going to have another cup of coffee and use milk this time to color it.
Hesitantly took a sip (I mean coffee is the nectar of the gods and if I had to forsake it there were going to be serious consequences) and thankfully nirvana filled my mouth.
Now I know there are a lot of you shaking your head like what the hell Jay?
Do most normal people not check the cream before going to such extremes?
Have you met me?
I mean in my mind not only did I not just buy said cream I have never had a problem.
Two bottles as well.
What are the odds?
I have dumped the cream out and am taking both bottles back for a refund.
I don’t ever return things but this is a case where I cannot use and it is not the same as a liter of table cream going bad.
These creamers cost $6.00 a container.
See I am a snob.
This passed week was a really decent week for me.
WordPress cheered me on each day I posted by letting me know I was on a streak.
Which did not last through the weekend.
More so because of the cleaning and moving and needing to relax after.
Pain?
My shoulder is doing really well.
I have energy.
I have been soaking almost nightly in a hot tub at night to help relax muscles.
I added 9000 mg of raw herb in powder form of Tumeric.
It is to naturally help with pain and inflammation of the joints.
Have been taking it for almost a month.
One pill a day.
I have also been ensuring that at work I am using my left arm to do all the heavy work.
I kinda have to given that last week I tried to lift a 4lt jug of milk over my head using my right arm and nearly dropped it.
I now feel though that I can begin the rebuilding of the area without causing any additional pain to myself.
Lastly I was in a till on Friday and being my usual cheerful self.
Although with the lessening of pain I am even more exuberant in my cheerfulness as I am not rocking pain.
Chit chatting with my customers.
Enjoying my day.
I am serving one of my regular customers.
Asked him where his glasses are.
He is flummoxed that I recognize him with his mask on and no glasses.
As he left he said something that I have never heard at least not applied to me.
“If everyone was as happy as you are there would be no wars in this world.”
Now if that ain’t a tag to try and live up to.
But I am willing to give it a shot.
Spread happiness and joy.
Curb the negativity and glee in beating another person/community/nationality etc to the ground.
Curb the desire to rule everyone and everything in one way and one way only.
Curb the destruction of our Mother Earth.
I know that those are pipe dreams.
But they are my pipe dreams.
Pipe dreams are totally opposite of pipe bombs I am not advocating those.
But pipe dreams…..
Maybe we should all strive to lay a better pipeline to life.
©May 3/21
Pictures are my own