A last word (at least for now) about the importance of imparting bite sized morsels of knowledge concerning the development of a wholesome (healthy) self-respectful sense of one’s own sexuality to small fry—
If we back up, momentarily, to the scene in which Steven’s eleven year old processor was stunned upon listening to my intuitive response to his readiness to briefly discuss adult sexuality—though I chose to leave details concerning raging hormones and pheromones igniting physical passion’s need for self-expression (or self discipline) for another day—we come to see that each time innocence demonstrates readiness to absorb another morsel of knowledge, a child’s questions and comments open the door to engaging in discussions concerning intimacy at an ever deepening level of comprehension than had proved possible before.
As my brain chose to gather a wealth of knowledge about raising self disciplined children, each of whom, having felt deeply loved by a role model who’d honored the concept of mutual respect, loved freely and deeply as well as respectfully in return, I began to see myself as my sons’ knowledgeable life coach from whom each one had freely sought clarification most especially when the topic at hand spotlighted the budding nature of gender identification, and in keeping with thoughts of our young in need of kind hearted, knowledgeable coaches, here’s a question for your consideration: If we agree that attitude and timing are ‘everything’ then how do you choose to respond each time a child’s questions or comments demonstrate emotional readiness to absorb another healthy morsel of information concerning sexual intimacy? With emotional discomfort on display or with a sincere sense of mental ease based in knowing that your attitude will either pave a soothing path upon which your child’s self confidence may tread more smoothly than had proved true for you OR else your child’s path may feel so rocky as to showcase a brand new rookie stumbling along, following blindly in the footsteps of your own ...
In short, if you respond to natural questioning with embarrassment or dismissal then your young will get their information (or misinformation), elsewhere—as from their peers or in my case, from the perverted mind of a sexual pedophile whose predatory advances had salaciously perpetrated mind control over a child’s inexperienced think tank so as to have penetrated much more than the painfully violated, deeply confounded mental state of my processor’s innocence.
The healthy trio of scenarios that my intuition chose to spotlight before moving First Kiss forward, go hand in hand in hand with additional discussions, which had naturally ensued between my offspring and their primary life coach whenever readiness to absorb yet another deeper truth emerged from within the well spring of each youngster’s existential need to deepen his understanding of ‘this or that’ aspect of sexual development, and as my ‘mouthpiece’ grew evermore practiced at responding naturally whenever the topic at hand concerned impassioned matters of the heart, my male counterpart, who’d fathered our sons, had freely focused most of his mental energy upon repairing compound fractures as well as replacing pain-wracked hips and knees, leaving complex matters concerning the establishment of emotional self control to my processor’s growing sense of creative expertise as I continued to feel utterly fascinated with challenging my comprehensive range of knowledge to deepen my capacity to role model how best to inspire human misbehavior (inclusive of my own) to choose to call forth an intrinsic sense of emotional intelligence so as to repair itself (one step at a time) while my husband’s intelligent brain, feeling utterly in need of down time to relax upon returning home (from the natural stresses incurred during his many hours spent overseeing every detail concerning all of his patients’ well-being as one surgerical procedure followed another in the operating arena), and once his build up of inner tension found release playing basketball in a league, you can bet that he’d be seen glued to the tube, switching channels amongst a wide variety of sports.
Though at first glance, Will’s weariness may have mistakenly resembled a couch potato sinking roots into our family room sofa, eventually, my mental capacity to call forth the inner strength of depth perception inspired me to see why Will, having mentally challenged his professional responsibility to become a highly regarded surgeon by his peers, would return home from the hospital after each twelve hour day feeling utterly exhausted ‘to the bone’.
And thus do we come to see why my conscious choice to adopt an attitude of objective reflection has enhanced my processor’s absorption of insight, which deepens my peace of mind, and each time depth perception results in peace of mind, my spirit lifts, freeing my corny sense of humor to pop out a pun as in asking you to imagine an orthopedic surgeon feeling utterly exhausted ‘to the bone’.
As additional insight-laden stories offering humor-based scenarios will showcase my mouthpiece imparting a wide range of knowledge (including that of a sexual nature) in an open-minded fashion to my kids, hopefully, your thought processor’s funny bone will be provoked to LOL while your think tank continues to absorb additional strings of insight that may serve to create positively focused changes in your attitudes, down the road. As for now, may I suggest reviewing FIRST KISS Part 9, based in this fact: Insights that popped into my conscious awareness, over night, have been injected into Part 9, and those insights are in need of your consideration before we review the complex emotional reaction that had jet propelled twelve year old Joseph’s heart to feel so emboldened as to plant his first impassioned kiss upon my shocked to the max lips ...
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