Welcome to the Body: AMAZING Carnival!
This post was written as a part of the Body: AMAZING Carnival co-hosted by Jennifer of True Confessions of a Real Mommy and Amy of Anktangle. Carnival participants were invited to write about how we learn to appreciate the ways our bodies grow and change. Our posts explain some incredible ways our bodies impress and amaze us.
Please read to the bottom to find a list of submissions from all of today’s carnival participants.
Growing up, we didn’t talk about our bodies. Certainly, when it came to bones, I could name them all. When it came to bodily changes, my mother made certain I had books at my access. I remember her telling me that I could always come to her with any questions, but it was known that was a conversation that neither of us really wanted to happen. At the same time, I witnessed her unspoken body self hate. My husbands parents had another tactic: tell their sons that “that” was evil, whatever “that” was. I suppose that is better than my grandmother’s generation. She knew nothing until she started bleeding while at camp, certain she must have somehow cut herself.
I knew that when I had children, I wanted to be open and honest with them. There wouldn’t be the shame, the discomfort, the self-hatred about bodies and their functions. We used proper terminology, spoke about biology, and things were going well. My kids knew that babies were made when Daddy’s sperm and Mommy’s egg joined together in a wonderful world of meiosis. Life was good. Then one day the question came, “How exactly does Dad’s sperm get inside you?” *ahem* That was the day that really pushed my comfort level a bit. I was expecting to answer that question, but we got through it. I didn’t make up some fantasy answer. I didn’t run screaming from the room. I didn’t brush off the question, either. I asnwered honestly and in a developmentally appropriate way.
Fast forward to today. My oldest son turned ten last month. He’s reaching that stage when puberty begins to slowly kick in, and a couple of weeks ago, he and I sat in the office calmly discussing various topics, not limited to erections. The thing that I noticed? After that first time when I had to push through my own insecurities concerning talking about sex, being open and honest actually came naturally for me. For my children, it always has. They have never experienced body shame or felt they couldn’t talk to me about something, and for that I am grateful. Body may be a four letter word, but it shouldn’t be something we can’t discuss with our children.
More to read and love about honoring our bodies at these other blogs. Please visit them all and leave some comment love!
Shannon at Pineapples & Artichokes talks about why she’s not worried about how her body looks, because it has a much more important job right now.
Amy W. at Me, Mothering, and Making it All Work shares about her love/hate relationship with a nose that she saw as ugly . . . until she started to learn to love it. Amy W. can also be followed on Twitter and Facebook.
Destany at They Are All of Me writes about releasing the negative notions she was taught about her period, and embracing it instead.
Mandy at Living Peacefully with Children talks about how she had to push through her pre-conditioned comfort level and found herself in a position to naturally be open and honest with her children. More great stuff from Mandy on Facebook.