After all my “preparation” to talk about the Birds and the Bees, Gavin finally asked me where babies came from. I have always made it a point not to make up stuff that isn’t true because I don’t want to have to un-explain things to him when he’s old enough to understand he’s been told the fluffy story. Besides, he was old enough to understand that a baby was growing inside my tummy and that a doctor helped me take the baby out, so I knew he wouldn’t buy the stork story anyway.
So this was what I finally told him:
When a man and a woman love each other very much, sometimes they decide that they want to make a baby. So they take a little bit of the man and a little bit of the woman and they put it inside the woman. The bit from the man is a called the sperm. The bit from the woman is called an ovum, or an egg. When the sperm and the egg join together, it creates a cell that grows and grows until it becomes a baby. When the baby is big enough, the doctor helps the woman to take the baby out of her tummy.
I figured this explanation was factually correct and that it provided sufficient information without being unnecessarily specific for his age. I also thought it would sufficiently satisfy Gavin until he said, “I wish I could have been there when you and Daddy made Didi.” I managed to deflect that one with a vague, “Well, when you’re older, Gavin, you’ll understand how that happens.”
Since Pat Thomas’ book on death went down so well, I decided to get this for him to reinforce the message about where babies come from:
I’m sure this discussion is far from over, but I think we’ve got it pretty much covered for now. Next up is the big one on religion… Anyone got any tips? I don’t think I’ve seen any book that sufficiently covers that topic.