Every year since DS1 was about 13 or 14 years old, I’ve had this little ritual when I fill out his health papers for school. Especially since he started high school and there’s a clinic at the school.

Me:    Hey, DS1. I’m filling out these papers for the clinic at school. I’m saying you can go, but if you need condoms or something I’ll get them for you.

DS1:     Huh?

Me:    I said, I’ll give you money for condoms if you need them. I’d rather buy you condoms than have you contract some STD or make a baby.

DS1:    Why do you say that?!!!? I don’t want to talk about this?!?!? You are so weird!!!

Me:    (laughing) What? It’s like asking if you need deodorant or toothpaste! It’s part of life. Sure, I’d rather you’d wait until you were older, but if you’re going to be sexually active, I want you to use protection.

DS1:    [groaning]

Me:    OK. Well I just want you to know…

DS1:    Can I go now? Geez! Why do you keep doing this?

Me:     What?

DS1:    Talking about this with me!!! I’m gonna do it just to piss you off!

Me:    Yeah. People do that a lot…start having sex just to piss off their parents.

DS1:    Stop it! I’m going now!

All the while little bro is eavesdropping and giggling at DS1’s discomfort when I turn to him and say: Look, the offer stands for you too! he lowers the volume and tries to look like he’s still laughing at his brother.

But I really want them to know I mean that. I would/will freak out when I know they’re sexually active. But I’d rather buy them what they need to be safe then to bury my head in the sand about it.
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Posted on September 6th, 2007 under my crazy life. RSS 2.0 feed. Leave a response, or trackback.