As all parents of young boys can attest, there exists a certain fascination between a boy and his penis. My son, lucky enough to have two moms, has been blessed with parents who talk about his relationship with his penis. We tell him that it is ok to play with his private parts when he is alone. He has known the word erection since he could talk. It’s all good. Sometimes, though, I am blown away by the things he says in relation to his penis.
Take tonight, for instance. (Too much information coming…) After M’s bath, he was sitting on the potty and he started to play with his penis. With a huge grin, he looked up at us and said, “M is playing with his private parts.”
“What does that feel like?” I innocently asked him.
With an even bigger grin, “That feels like fun!”
I know this is one of those blog posts that, if brought to his attention, will embarrass him to no end. Maybe he will never read this. If he does (if you do, M), I want him to know why I wrote it. As someone who has struggled with body image issues for the vast majority of my life, I am pleased to hear my son so effortlessly and shamelessly explain how he feels about his body. Yes, I know that as he gets older that will probably change, at least for a little while. For now, I love that he loves himself and all his parts.