“Hurry Sam, your swimming lesson is at 3.30.” I glance over my shoulder to make sure my son is keeping up. He is jogging slowly, his bag slung over his right shoulder, shoes in his left hand. I hold my daughter Mae tightly against my chest. She looks at her brother and yells. “Hurry Sam, hurry!” It’s the same drill week after week on a Monday afternoon. I shift the Holden into gear and zoom towards Lloyd Elsmore Park. The silence is broken as I turn onto the Pakuranga Highway.
“Mum, did you know that when you get to Year 7 you get Sex”. Oh Shit! My mind immediately converts Year 7 to what I know to be Form One. Bloody hell, they’re only eleven-year-olds. Keep calm. Take a deep breath. Act normal. I immediately adjust the rearvision mirror so I can look at his face as he speaks.
“What does, ‘you get sex’ mean Sam?” He rolls his eyes.
“You know Mum, it means when you hump someone.”
“How do you know about this?”
“Max told me. His older brother said that you get sex when you get to Year 7.”
Max. Bloody Max! Must talk to the Principal to make sure they are not in the same class next year. “So what do you think humping means?”
“It means you get naked and rub your body up and down their body.” He’s grinning from ear to ear.
Think girl think. “Yes Sam, when two people who love each other have sex they are naked. So that part is right. But, Max’s brother is wrong when he tells you it happens in Year 7. You don’t get sex when you are ten years old. You have to be an adult like your Mum and Dad. I know a little bit about sex, so if you have any questions you come to me OK.” Oh my god! My little boy who still believes in the tooth fairy and Santa. “Ok Mum.” His bright blue eyes are excited. I can tell he can’t wait until he is in Year 7.