One of the best parts of my job is the privilege of going out and talking to groups of parents. I spoke with a group of parents yesterday, and this particular group was definitely struggling to put their lives in order. Most of them were single parents with very young children. I have been there. It’s not easy. We talked for about an hour about how to keep kids safe, and we covered some very basic (but potentially life-changing) things we can do for our young ones.
- We need to heal our own wounded parts. Many of us were not raised in healthy, nurturing environments. We have to make a decision that we want something better for our kids. We have to decide to get help where we know we have issues and challenges. It’s hard to pay attention to our kids when our own neediness and unfinished business gets in the way. (Definitely not a simple task but critical – for ourselves and for our kids.)
- We need to tell our kids that we love them. Even if we didn’t get that message growing up — that doesn’t mean that we can’t do something different than we were taught.
- We need to teach our kids that their bodies are precious and their own, that the parts of their bodies that their bathing suits cover are private parts, that nobody is to touch them there, that we want to know if someone tries to do that. (Not in an alarmist tone – just as nonchalantly as we can.)
- This also means teaching them the correct anatomical names of all of their body parts. Yes, I mean the private parts, so some may need to practice saying penis and vagina without embarassment, in the same manner and tone that we would name any other body part.
So, this is where the mood of the room changed fairly dramatically. We spent a long time on this last one. We had an interesting discussion about different cultural norms, about how our parents raised us, about fear, about shame. It was a wonderful discussion with a lot of laughter as everyone shared what their experiences had been, what their fears were. I told them some stories about children who have had names for their private areas that made it confusing for adults to understand that they were actually making an outcry of sexual abuse. “My uncle hurt my bunny” for example.
Kids who are confident, who feel loved and valued, who are supported — they are much less likely to become victimized. Let’s try to get past our discomfort and give these things a try. At the very least, for today, let’s all take time to tell our kids that we adore them, that we would lay down our lives for them.
And perhaps when the appropriate time comes (which I hope is very soon), we can all be brave and help our kids rename “JJ” and “stick.”


