I had an unplanned conversation with My Teenager. I have always been an advocate for conscientious parenting, but I also believe that life unfolds and things may seem like “accidents” but in fact are opportunities.
Allison gave all of her girlfriends an emergency holiday survival kit. The jar contained many things, some hilarious. A Band-aid, lighter, tea light, panty liner, candy, quarter, condom etc…. In my holiday hurry I left the jar on the counter where The Teenager happened upon it. The jar thumped onto the table and the top came off, questions ensued.
You are smart so I am guessing that you know exactly which emergency item she wanted to discuss. This is a great way for me to take on hard topics. I hate conflict, and this evolved into a conversation between two humans that trust each other. It began with “why is it wet?” then touched deftly on STDs and rounded out with ultimately who’s responsiblity it is to provide such items. I flashed back 16 years to when I made the conscience choice to bring her into this world and it became abundantly clear which wisdom morsel to impart to her. “You are responsible, you will have to make the choice to adjust and sacrifice your future, your sanity, and your body to emotionally and financially support another human for at least 18 years, or choose to end a pregnancy.” I jest a bit to lighten the mood, but my tone is as serious as a I can manage, and she hears me. She hears the passion with which I honor her life with my own.