“The Seck”

“The Seck”

Parents and families have all sorts of weird names for their genitalia. Sometimes these monikers come about organically based on the funny way a child pronounced “vagina” or “testicle.” Sometimes parents are too uncomfortable with the scientific names for body parts and succumb to “pee pee.” A friend of a friend’s family called vaginas “va-jizzles,” which honestly does not seem different or cute enough to warrant its own word. When my cousin was little he noticed his testicles looked like a flying squirrel. But my favorite epithet was invented by the daughter of my best friend. After staring at her mother for a while she asked “Mommy, why do you have a hairy front-butt?”…

I had trouble with the word for underarm when I was young – I tended to conflate armpit and underarm. I sometimes still call it my “under pit”…

When my family visited Italy I had just learned that boys and girls had different parts. I was fascinated by the mechanics of what my 3-year-old brother could do. We were staying in a beautiful old villa. On the top floor I discovered several small, round, and very low windows. What else could they be for, I wondered? I made my brother pee out these tiny windows on several occasions until my mother discovered it. To this day I have no idea what these small windows could be…

Recently while discussing the role of the sperm and the egg with my 6-year-old — science he has been aware of since I was pregnant with his younger brother – my son asked me “but HOW does the sperm get to the egg? How does the daddy get it in the mommy?” Now, I don’t believe we need to tiptoe around issues of biology with our children and I was prepared for this question. I answered as simply and honestly as I could. There was a long silence. I thought maybe I had been wrong, maybe this traumatized my poor, innocent boy. Finally he said “Can astronauts have ‘the seck’ in outer space?”

Published by imworriedmytherapisthatesme

I'm a history-PhD-turned-stay-at-home-mom of three. When I'm not microwaving Trader Joe's meals for my kids, breaking up fights and wiping butts, I like to paint and write. To cope with the endless hours I'm spending with my son doing virtual school, I've abandoned my gouache paints for the more portable, less messy tried but true, paper and ink. While he learns to read to 20 floating heads on his screen, I sit on a tiny chair, at a tiny table pretending to be a productive adult.

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