Stephen and I had “the talk” in the car yesterday. Don’t worry! Not the talk you’re thinking of! The OTHER talk. The drugs/alcohol talk. (Although I have explained that babies happen when seeds in a mommy’s tummy get together with seeds from the daddy’s tummy. I just never told him how those seeds “get together.” And he didn’t ask. So, that’s for another day!)
It all started with a homeless woman holding a sign when we were stopped at a light.
“Mommy, why do people hold up signs on the street sometimes?”
“Well, they are usually homeless. They don’t have a house or a job, so they ask people to give them money.”
Which led us down the road to how people get homeless, how to best help them, and addiction. We talked for a long time in the car about these issues; Stephen is a very thoughtful boy.
I told him about peer pressure and warned that someday, someone at school may have drugs and offer it to him. He was shocked. “What!? I didn’t even know that could happen!” He responded.
He asked classic questions like “If you get drunk, do you stay drunk forever?” And I said classic mom things like, “If you try cigarettes, you will get addicted and get cancer and die.”
At the end, Stephen said, “Mom, I really like having these talks with you. I really like it.”
I said, “I like having these talks with you, too. There are a lot of choices to make in life, and it’s not always easy to make the right ones. But that’s why Daddy and I are here, we can always talk with you and help you think about making good choices.”
I think that was the best conclusion of all!