Well hello there! My name is Liz and I'm making it up as I go. To a certain extent, I think we'll all admit that this is true of ourselves. But this truth -- that we're basically winging it -- becomes especially pronounced when we become parents.
Sexuality is a big deal. But when talking about gay, straight, or anything else, the principles of how we want to teach our kids to live are the same as any other discussion about growing up right: Practice kindness and love and treat others as you'd like to be treated. Plain and simple.
The urban mom is obsessed with making a science of parenting. This is healthy and completely normal. But here is where I draw the line: looking for solutions through cultural stereotyping and engaging in quasi-racist discourse under the guise of doing what's best for your child.
Children living in poverty face immeasurably greater challenges than those who are better off. They need social supports and, often, support from the government. But most of all, children need caring, resourceful parents who give them time and attention.
We tell our kids about how scary, dirty, dangerous and evil even thinking about sex is, but then we tell them it's precious gift to save for the one person you love and plan to live with forever. This is a setup for sexual confusion.
I don't have a problem with a movie or video game here and there, but I've found that too much of either makes my kids a little nutty. And some of the movies they'd watched at my friend's house made me feel uncomfortable, too.
This is a question that all parents ask themselves... constantly. There are no easy answers and, realistically, there is probably not one single answer. The important thing for parents is to at least ask and try to answer the question for their own family.
Once they reach a certain age, our children spend the majority of their waking hours away from us, and in the end it is incumbent upon them to know when to steer clear, when to say no, and, most importantly, when to speak up -- and loudly.