Category Archives: Parenting

The birds and the bees

“All boy animals have penises. Even frogs,” said my grade five teacher on Day 1 of sex ed. The classroom dissolved into nervous giggles and it set the tone for the week: awkward. Through playground whispers I’d heard how babies were made and was curious if the impossible-sounding part about the penis inside the you-know-what was true. And I hadn’t yet read Are You There God? It’s me, Margaret, so Mrs. Beaton’s talk on menstruation was the first I’d heard about that looming monthly fact of life.

This book was how I learned about everything from lying about your period to making my boobs grow bigger by repeating the mantra (with elbow motions), "We must, we must, we must increase our bust!"

This book was how I learned about everything from periods to bras. It even has a boob-growth mantra: “We must, we must, we must increase our bust!”

Oddly, up to that point in my life I hadn’t heard much — if anything — from my mom or dad on the subjects of puberty and reproduction. Back then, parents didn’t really have those conversations with their kids.

Avery’s grade four class is beginning a unit on human sexuality this week at school and it’s comforting to know that I’ve already talked with her about the topics they’ll be covering. I started the dialogue early, when she was in grade three and she and her friends began asking around about how babies were made. That was an awkward conversation:

Me: “So, you know how boys have penises? Well, when a man and a woman love each other…”

Avery: Silence. Then, “Yep, that is gross.”

Me: “Do you have any questions?”

Avery: “Nope.”

With the puberty conversation, which involves topics such as tampons, bra shopping and pubic hair, I learned that’s it’s way easier to talk about these subjects with your kid when you have an instruction manual of sorts. (That way, instead of making eye contact during the part about bleeding from your vagina, you can just look at a picture of a cartoon tween choosing between tampons and pads.) For us, this came in the form of the American Girl books, The Care and Keeping of You: The Body Book for Girls (there’s a 1 and a 2). We looked through each book together, then Avery read them by herself, then we hung out on the couch and went through the books page by page, with Avery stopping and asking questions when she wanted more info. It wasn’t awkward at all. Instead, it bonded us as more than mother and daughter — it brought us together as females sharing girly info.

These books are great for starting a dialogue with your tween about puberty.

These books are great for starting a dialogue with your tween about puberty.

It also felt like one of the first pre-emptive things I’ve done as a parent — actually having the talk before I check the iPad search history and find out she’s been Googling “How to use a tampon” or “How to make sex.”

And yesterday, when her teacher called them to the carpet to initiate the lessons on human sexuality, she was able to raise her hand when the teacher began, “So, who can tell me what puberty is?”

The boy can swim

Bennett developed a love of water in Mexico in 2011. We clipped him into a life jacket, plopped a sun hat atop his head and he was off, splashing around the pool for what seemed like hours at a time. That summer we hit Surveyor’s Lake in Fernie for more swimming, and the following spring I enrolled him in his first group swim lesson at the Talisman Centre — he had a hard time staying on task, but we persevered. Good thing too because four years later it’s official: the boy can swim.

Blake lowers Bennett into Surveyor's Lake near Fernie in 2013.

Blake lowers Bennett into Surveyor’s Lake near Fernie.

We logged a lot of hours in the water and numerous baby steps to get Bennett to where he is now (head above water). After two summers of encouragement he finally jumped from the dock at Surveyor’s Lake in 2013, and then last summer (2014) he worked up the courage to jump from the diving board into the pool at the Fernie Aquatic Centre.

Fernie Aquatic Centre

Bennett jumps into the deep end at the Fernie Aquatic Centre, the culmination of a week of private swim lessons.

Also last summer, after a week of life-jacket and noodle-assisted swim lessons, Blake encouraged him to try and doggie paddle at Surveyor’s Lake, and again at Kalamalka Lake in Vernon, BC. For the first time, Bennett seemed to want to swim on his own. He tried to kick and paddle and propel himself forward in water. There was hope it would all click and we could retire the life jacket for good.

Bennett attempts to swim at Surveyor's Lake in 2014.

Bennett attempts to swim at Kalamalka Lake in Vernon, summer 2014.

When you have a child with special needs it’s hard to know when they’ll reach certain milestones. With Avery, a “typical” kid, everything happened pretty much on schedule, from walking to talking to potty training (age almost 3) to riding a bike (age 4) and swimming (doggy paddle at age 5). To prove he’s very much on his own schedule, Bennett walked at 19 months, talked at age 3, mastered the toilet at 4, and still can’t ride a two-wheel bike. But we have expectations that he’ll eventually get there. That’s part of the reason we keep trying.

So when Bennett, now 7, began doggie paddling across the hot tub in Fernie in January, Blake figured he was ready to swim without flotation assistance. He marched Bennett into the pool, they swam to the deep end, Blake let him go, and — just like that — Bennett swam to the ladder by himself. It was like all those hours spent in the water with us and with instructors (who at times I’m sure thought he was a lost cause as he stared off into space), finally paid off. Swimming? Check!

Bennett swims across the deep end at the pool in Fernie.

Bennett swims across the deep end at the pool in Fernie.

Yes, Bennett’s is a rather sketchy doggie paddle, and I’m frightened his head will go under at any moment, but the boy kicks his legs and flails his arms and gets across the pool without inhaling its contents. I’ll take it. He may never master the butterfly or even the front crawl, but as long as he can manoeuvre in water without drowning, I’m thrilled. And so very proud. My water baby has finally shed his water wings. Way to go, Bennett!

Why Game of Thrones baby names are a bad idea

Though I’ll admit I’m hot for Jon Snow and it’s true my hubby has a thing for Khaleesi, let’s be clear: these Game of Thrones crushes would never prompt us to name a baby in their honour.

Jon, the one Game of Thrones name you could actually get away with because it's generic.

Jon, the one Game of Thrones name you could actually get away with.

Yet some new parents are turning to pop culture and especially fantasy shows when it comes to baby-naming inspiration. The latest trove of names ready to grace birth certificates comes from popular characters in the HBO fantasy series Game of Thrones. Arya is tops thus far, with Khaleesi and Bran following behind

I wrote awhile back why it’s a bad idea to name your child after a television show character. Series come and go, and what was hot and original in 2005 (the name Sawyer, from Lost, comes to mind) doesn’t quite roll off the tongue in the same way in 2015. Even the Hunger Games monikers that today embody kick-assedness (Katniss, Peeta) will just be weird in a decade. Imagine being the kid with the strange name that everyone makes fun of (“Hey Catnip!”), then imagine trying to explain your name choice to your daughter (“Katniss was an arrow-weilding tribute in a movie where kids kill each other as live entertainment…”).  

On that note, here are some future awkward conversations you can avoid by not naming your kid after a hero or villain from Westeros.

Tyrion: Mom, why did you really name me Tyrion? I’ve been Googling it, so don’t feed me that line about how it sounds cool.

Mom: (Sigh.) You’re old enough now for the truth. I named you after a cunning dwarf character in a show called Game of Thrones that everyone used to binge on. He kills his father and his whore, and then flees for Bravos with a eunuch. It’s really not as weird as it sounds.

Yes, it sounds cool. But when you start explaining the character it just gets weird.

Yes, Tyrion sounds cool. But when you start explaining the character it just gets weird.

Sansa: No one ever knows how to spell or pronounce my name. It sounds made up!

Mom: We should have named you Arya.

Cersei: How come my twin brother has a normal name and I have a weird one? No one ever makes fun of Jaime.

Mom: You’re named after a fictional queen, honey. And your brother Jaime is named after the queen’s lover. I mean brother.

Cersei Lannister

Cersei. It sounds like an alternative source of natural sugar.

Bran: I’m sick of people calling me Raisin Bran or Bran Flakes. Why’d you name me after a laxative?

Mom: For your information, I named you after a disabled boy who’s also a warg and can enter the minds of animals.

Bran? No thanks, I prefer Flax or Chia.

Bran? No thanks, I prefer Flax or Chia.

Ygritte: Everyone always makes fun of my name and says it’s a kind of water bird.

Mom: Don’t listen to them, sweetie. I named you after my favourite wildling.

Ned: Mine is the worst name ever! It’s old-fashioned and rhymes with dead, head and shred!

Mom: Get over it — it’s not like we named you after Ned Flanders! Be proud: Ned Stark was a good man and he died a hero.

So think twice before turning to fantasy shows for name ideas when you’re expecting. There’s a good reason you don’t know any Darths, Frodos or Uhuras.