For some unknown reason, my 13 year old son prefers discussing intimate matters with me.
Not my husband.
I have no idea why.
And no real idea what to say.
Most of the other parents I devulge this information to tell me how lucky I am that he feels comfortable discussing his private life and pubescent issues with his mother. I’m not so sure about that.
I really kind of wish he didn’t.
There are some things in life I am not super excited about discussing. Of course, I don’t let him know that. Last thing I want the boy to know is that he can’t confide in his parents or that I am uncomfortable talking about sex with him.
Which I am.
Oh, I try to play it cool. I act like it is no big deal at all and that it is the most normal conversation in the world. Inside I vacillate between wanting to giggle uncontrollably and run away.
I’m kind of parental failure like that.