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The Talk

It's that time: the time for the "talk" with our eldest. We actually had the talk a while ago, but it was time to watch the coveted video at school. The teachers sent a link, so my husband, son, and I watched it together. Our intent was to diffuse the giggles and awkwardness that come with watching something like that with your peers. Nothing like watching a video about body changes with your parents. We also try to be intentional about having those tough, not-so-fun, embarrassing conversations before they happen outside the home. I have three boys. I know nothing about boys coming from a family of all girls. I mean, I have one male cousin. That's it. Boys are foreign to me.

I remember when my oldest was a toddler. I was so very anti-gun. I didn't want him to hear the word, see guns in his shows, much less, have a toy gun. I am originally from California so cut me some slack. Now that most of my family are Texans, guns aren't so scary anymore. Even with all that "protection," the kid still made a gun out of his little toddler hand and began shooting things before he was two. He had been exposed to Mickey Mouse and Little Einsteins up until now. The point being, kids will find out. They will hear the stories and be exposed to it all. The question is, who will show him and tell him first? His parents or the world?

We want our boys to hear it from us first. Our desire is to build a relationship with these kids where they can trust us and feel comfortable enough to come to us with some hard stuff. We know they aren't going to tell us everything. We don't want them to. But, we do want our home to be a sanctuary for them; a place where they can come and let go divulging those difficult things without fear of being judged or punished.

I will tell you, this is HARD. So very hard. It's exhausting at times. It takes patience, perseverance, and commitment. You can't let up or let things slip. You have to stay alert and aware while finding the balance between giving them roots and giving them wings. But, at the end of the day, it's so worth it. It also doesn't hurt to have a good village surrounding your family. My boys know they have an uncle, cousins, grandfathers, and life group dads they can all seek out and not feel uncomfortable. Knowing we are not alone in this parenting journey makes me breath a huge sigh or relief.

My husband and I do not have all the answers. We fail more than we succeed in this parenting gig. But, we are committed to our boys and their well-being. We know that we are not just raising kids. We are raising the next leaders, fathers, husbands, friends, and businessmen. It was much easier when we were concerned with whether or not they were going to potty train. Ha. Parenting is the most difficult task I have ever endured. Yet, it is the most rewarding and fulfilling part of my life. I will keep on learning and pressing on guiding these boys on a path towards spiritual, emotional, and mental health and success. Hopefully they won't need too much therapy when they grow up.

"Train up a child in the way he should go,
And when he is old he will not depart from it." Proverbs 22:6

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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