Author & Teacher
There are some things I’ve had a hard time explaining to my kids. Not the obvious things, like how babies are made. That was easy. / When my daughter, Tashi, asked me at nine, I said, “I went to a sperm bank and bought sperm. Then I went to a nurse who put the sperm inside my vagina to meet my egg. That’s how you were made.” / At the time I thought I should explain it to Sebastian, who was four. I said the same thing, except, “The nurse put the sperm inside Mami Vicky.”
A harder thing to explain was why Sebastian had to stay close to me at the airport. When he was around five, Sebastian bolted away from the luggage carousel. I ran him down through the crowd and grabbed the back of his shirt. I knelt down and out of breath, I said, “You have to stay close to me.” / He said, “Why?” / “Someone might snatch you.” / “Why would someone snatch me?” /“Sometimes people aren’t nice,” I said. (CLICK ANYWHERE TO READ FULL STORY)
