“How Mama Taught Me” …about Sex
I woke up, (dare I say ‘woke’), with blood spot on my pure white cotton “Fruit of the Loom” bloomers.
Excited & scared…
I was twelve that year being 1953.
I ran to Mama, & whispered privately, “It happened”-it happened”!
She grabbed me, “Come into the other room, quickly and close the door, please”.
I obeyed while I pulled my pink, long Chenille robe tie tighter over my PJ’s.
Then she smacked me across my face. 🥵
Tears stung my face.
"Mama what did I do that you hit me…it wasn’t my fault…it came by itself”, I moaned.
“I smacked you, so you’ll not lose your rosy cheeks”.
HUH? 😥
“Sit down here Dee-Dee, I want to talk to you”.
Uh ho… I worried, what she going to do now? 😮
(Mama had never wanted to talk to me like this)! 😒
“Now you are a woman now… no more a little girl”. 🤔
Then in her old -fashion, unique way, she tried to explain how babies were made.
“A man’s seed has to meet with a woman’s egg that’s inside of her… and that makes a baby”.
I listened intently, then asked” But how the man get the seed inside the woman”?
The question made her lose her cool as she answered, “Well he doesn’t use his thumb”! 🙈🙉🙊
She promptly exited the room & left this naive 12-year-old me…puzzled! 😮
Mama dropped this bomb then dismissed me.
