K just asked me to explain what a "nympho" is.
This has not been the only time that my youngest has asked to explain a term that is, well, something related to sex or the way our society views sex.
She told me that her peers in middle school used to make fun of her because she didn't know a term or a phrase. She's the kind of person that would not be afraid to say "what? I don't know what that is?" where other people might just smile and act like they know what's going on when they don't really.
I used to get mad at these kids that made fun of her. I realized, "I'm not sad that she didn't grow up worldly. So what if I didn't let her or M watch PG-13 movies til they were 12? And then tried to protect them from R-rated movies?" I think too often, our youth have too *much* knowledge of things that shouldn't really matter until they get older.
I used to think that maybe if I had homeschooled her or sent her to our church's classical school then maybe she wouldn't feel so weird (as if those kids are just all innocent about things like this all the time). Then it dawns on me: where she is, and who she is, is sovereignly ordained. She is going to a public school, she is somewhat naive, she has to ask me what terms mean, all for a reason. Because I was somewhat naive, because I raised her, because I work; I am her mother because God made it so.
Still, I don't want her to grow up too fast. But I'll still explain these terms when she hears them.
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