When i asked my mom, where did I come from, she told me she bartered a kilo of rice for me with the baby trader at the market.. and I believed it for a very very long time. When I learned the truth many years later, I promised myself that I shall tell my kids the truth. After going to the medical school, I didn’t understand why parents dreaded the explanation part. I thought it is a simple task to tell the kids where and how they come from.. little did I know
Yesterday, a little voice asked me the dreaded question and some how my tongue vanished. My brain was eqivalent to a pudding.. My thoughts were in 18SX.. and my smart answers too were like a wobbly jelly. I couldn’t bring 18sx to PG version and I had no clue what to tell her.. Didn’t want to tell her the barter trade story, lest she would think like I did, about the unknown parents who gave up the baby to the baby trader. Stork was the next option.. but she is too smart to know that the bird really can’t carry such heavy weight.
We decided to go to the Library. There was a nice book about how willy the sperm, who is not good in maths still won the egg in the swimming race and how it became a baby. the baby later became big and she is too good in swimming and poor in maths… and now i am worried.. what if the kids tell some one who is bad in maths that the sperm that made them was not maths smart… or something like that..
What was ironic was.. the book titled “Where willy went, the big story of a little sperm” written by Nicholas Allan is printed in MALAYSIA…in my country, where sex education is still taboo…where this book would never be sold.