Last week a few of the ladies in the neighborhood met for dinner. We usually get together at least 2 or 3 times a year and there are normally anywhere from 4 to 10 of us.
It's really a great night out. Most of us don't get out much and it's nice to get an occasional breather from the kids and the hubbys, though most of the conversations seem to revolve around them anyway.
Five of us met at Houlihan's, a new restaurant that opened up locally. After we all ordered our much earned glasses of wine or beer we began talking about our kids. Three of us have children in the 4th grade and we were talking about our concerns with them moving on to the middle school next year.
Our middle school goes from 5th to 8th grade. It's scary to imagine my 10 year old having to interact with a 13 or 14 year old. In school the kids are, of course, separated. However, they do have to "play nice" on the school buses.
I'm not really happy with cutting the chord and letting W. take the bus. I know I have to. I know I need to let go. But God help me if I find out some punk was messing with my boy on the bus. I'm hoping that all of the kids in the neighborhood, and there are a lot of them going to 5th grade next year, stick together.
The subject at dinner then turned to sex education. One of the mom's at the table said that the school nurse would be "bursting the bubble" next year. Huh? The kids are apparently informed that there really isn't a stork, that babies really don't come from watermelon seeds, and that you don't get a baby in your tummy from kissing.
W. will be traumatized! I swear the child has never, EVER even questioned Mr. Schmitty or I on the facts of life. He doesn't seem to even think about it. He still believes in Santa, the Toothy Fairy, and God darned Easter Bunny for crying out loud!
But apparently learning in 5th grade may be a necessity. From what I understand, there is a 6th grade girl who has done got herself knocked up. I shouldn't make fun, but if I don't, I may cry.
And get this. This one will just blow your mind, no pun intended. There is a little game the middle school kids like to play. Never mind Spin The Bottle. Forget about 7 Minutes In Heaven. No, these kids are having Rainbow Parties!
I sat completely clueless. "What is a Rainbow Party?" I asked, feeling quite stupid.
My friend answered, "The girls wear different colored lipstick and take turns performing oral sex on the boys -- leaving a rainbow of colors on the the boys' private parts."
Yup, so glad I asked. I think part of my Baked Potato Soup leaked out of my mouth on to the table.
I'm homeschooling, I swear.
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Okay, that last part just devestates me. I am so not looking forward to those years... I am having a hard time even accepting that my oldest will have to go to kindergarten!!
Well we do homeschool! But really, not because of those reasons ... I do want to point out that the whole rainbow party thing is probably more urban legend than anything else. I have sisters in high school (9th and 11th grade) and we are pretty open about these things and they assure me it's the stuff of internet legends and stories getting blown out of proportion as it spreads from kid to kid to parent to parent.
So, if it makes you feel better ... my sisters have made it to almost 15 and 18 without any rainbow parties at all! =)
NO! WAY!! I shouldn't be surprised, when I used to volunteer at the after school care programs in college, I heard and saw so many things that even a college girl was shocked to hear. And that was 12 years ago!!
My son and I have regular chats about sex, drugs, and drinking. I think he listens but I am no fool. I know things like rainbow parties go on and it shocks the hell out of me.
I told me son to think about getting "done" and then think about kissing her (he had a small smirk on his face) and then think about how many other boys she did that to (smirk gone). I told him he could just go kiss the boy and um...other things with the boy because it is the same thing. Sharing is not always a good thing.
As for the bus thing, I think they will be okay. I was scared witless when Kamran started but it turned out fine. I got the same fear again when Sara started but, again, she was more fine then I was. I think our fears are greater than theirs.
I have yet to really talk to sara about sex. I know that time is coming soon but she is so not interested and is very much immature (please stay that was for a while).
OMG....we are a few years away...but already I am not sure if I can handle it all!!!
Rainbow Parties....eh gawd!
Liv is eight and she has NEVER asked me anything about sex. And I have actually planned what to tell her. Being a lesbian mother has left me with little choice.
She goes to a very sheltered (albeit progressive) Montessori school that goes up to 6th grade but after that...wow. She is only eight, but she has a best friend who wants a belly piercing for her birthday. When she told me that, I just stared with my mouth open.
I heard about Rainbow Parties a few years ago. Disgusting. I can't believe what is going on with kids at younger and younger ages. I don't get it...
I seriously don't know what to say...but O.M.G.
I'm 34 and I didn't know (oops, 33- I keep forgetting) what a Rainbow Party was.
My word!!! That would be disgusting and unsafe in college. In middle school? That is simply horrifying.
I feel your pain... just sent my oldest to JR High & middle one to middle school this year.
We had a group of 6th graders a couple of years ago doing the rainbow thing at the movies. It makes me SICK!!!
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