In the photo at the top, I put some of the books I’ve been using as a jumping off point for our homeschool sex ed. They really are just a launchpad. I’ve actually used the books I’m reading for my own “continuing ed” when the books I have are lacking when it comes to anatomical accuracy.
Stan with Four and Five, in February 2015. Photo Credit Lindsay Crandall.
When I was growing up, we had an ugly brown hassock in our living room. Many of my happiest childhood memories involve that hassock. I remember the sensation of being breathlessly underneath it while another sibling balanced on top, or attempting to balance on it while we rolled it on its side, using it as a drum, leaning on a book against it while coloring or drawing, pretending it was a steep cliff for our toys, throwing it at one another, or sitting on it on top of the sofa cushions like royalty.
As an adult, I wanted a hassock for my own house because A. We need all the seating we can get in our modestly-sized living room and B. I want my own kids to have fun memories of playing with a hassock.
I picked out a lovely, colorful one on Overstock several years ago, and realized immediately that it broke the rule that says that with so many kids in the house, One Cannot Have Nice Things. As I waited for it to arrive in the mail, I wondered how in the world I could protect it from destruction.
For years after I started homeschooling, I would start the summer with grand plans for activities, workbooks, and reading assignments to make sure my kids didn’t go brain dead over the vacation.
We did a page here and there, but the school year would start again and I’d find I hadn’t done much of anything I’d hoped to do.
Several years ago, I gave myself permission to stop making plans for summer learning. The kids needed a break, but more truthfully, I was the one who needed a break from having to oversee all the learning.
This summer has been tough again. I’m finding myself fighting guilt about not doing more with the kids. I’m not reading to them. The Littles can’t read to themselves. No one is doing math review. The Bigs aren’t reading the leftover reading books we didn’t get to from the school year.
I’m still trying to figure out how to be good at being married. As it turns out, that process is a lot less straight forward than I would like.
The harder I try to keep it together on the outside, I have a patch of eczema that’s like, “LALALA YOU CAN’T PRETEND YOU AREN’T STRESSED WHEN I’M HERE!!! And the more you pretend it’s ok when it’s not, the bigger I get!”
Today, I met the Chaplain at our riverside trail with the Littles after dropping Two and Three off at the dance studio. It was a long day with the kids. I felt like I had tried really hard all day and had still failed.
Starting way back at 11 a.m., I had made dinner for lunch since we would be out at dinner time. I’d fed the kids sandwiches before leaving for the evening. I’d brought water bottles and snacks so no one would be hungry. I started getting ready to leave the house long before we had to go so that we could actually leave on time.
The whole day, I had worked up to this moment, at the trail. All the kids had shoes on. We were ready. But I hadn’t had a chance to pee before leaving our house and there were no bathrooms at the trail.
Perhaps lots of people have seen Nanette. I heard about it on a blog I follow, and I tucked the title away in the back of my head as something to check out if I ran out of things to watch. Blessedly, I forgot almost everything but the vaguest sense of what the blogger had said about the show before I started watching it, and went into it with no expectations.
Aside from Jim Gaffigan, who mostly makes me laugh and only sometimes causes me to squirm, I’ve had to stay away from stand-up comedy.
Mainly, much of it is completely offensive to me. After peeling layers back on our marriage, I am very tender right now, and pretty trigger-happy. I was going to say, not in a good way, but there is no good trigger happy, is there? So much stand-up makes my hair stand on end (Marlon Wayans, I’m looking at you). So I’ve stayed away.
But I unexpectedly came to the end of the season of the show I’d been watching at lunch time, and so yesterday, I did a quick search and found Nanette.
Since I had no idea what to expect, I got more than I hoped for. A powerful, funny, and painful show, Nanette tells an important story so effectively. I love things that aren’t easily categorized; life is full of amazing interconnection, and this show takes full advantage of this. It draws wide circles and then makes Venn Diagrams with them.
By the end, I loved Hannah Gadsby for her brains, her courage, and wit. I wished she lived closer so we could be friends.
If you have a little down time, this is a worthy and thoughtful piece of entertainment.
I have to note, Nanette does contain a fair amount of language, but it didn’t feel gratuitous, perhaps because of Gadsby’s lovely Australian accent.
The image above is from the Boy’s Body Book, by Kelli Dunham. You’ll find a brief review, as well as a bunch more titles, in Homeschool Sex Ed, Part II, coming next month.
When it comes to sex ed in our house, there are a lot of considerations in play. First of all, we have a ton of kids and they are all different ages, so I need to have appropriate ways to talk to each one. Second, one of the most important things to me – maybe even more than giving my kids accurate, useful information – is creating a culture in our house where normal things are normal, and we can talk about stuff that we have questions about. And I’m not embarrassed to say that we hope to delay our kids having sex for as long as possible, with the ultimate goal of them making it to their wedding day, although I recognize a lot of that will be up to them.
Having a healthy view of sex and a functional sex life is foundational to having a successful marriage. We know it’s a tool our kids need to have, and we have to figure how to get them started with the information they need, long before they are having sex themselves.
