by Michelle Shelton

Created on: October 26, 2008   Last Updated: August 27, 2009

You want tips on talking to your preteens about sex? What if I told you don't wait until they are preteens? There is a lot of risk in talking to them early as you will see in this article. However, this method has worked well. I have five children and it has worked with every last one of them! This is one of those true stories that you might question. I was there. Much to my mortified dismay, it did happened. So if you are willing to take a risk, these may be the best tips yet to talking to your preteen about sex.

So, my first question to you is this, do you know the difference between a peenie and a jina? I am not even sure how to spell it. Perhaps it would be Gyna? None the less, my two year old son knew how to say it and he did not mind sharing it with the world! I was one of those parents that insisted on honestly with the children all the way through their childhood, starting at birth.

How do some people spend time with their children from the time they are born and yet thie topic of sex doesn't come up in conversation? How exactly does that work? Or perhaps some parents just avoid the topic altogether and change the subject when it does come up because they are not willing to get creative? No matter what it is, it is my opinion that sex is not something that difficult to talk about WHEN you start talking to them about it when they are very young. I didn't avoid answering sex questions with my children so I don't know the answer for you. I only know it for me.

From the time all five of my kids were toddlers we talked about sex. Well...sort of. It was right in line with everything else they were taught.

For the boys, it was proper aiming at the Cheerios I threw in the toilet and then said, "Sink em boys".

I always have thought a boys' aim in life is highly important. Especially when I am the boys mother that cleans up after missed targets! For the girls it was showing them feminine products and explaining to them how women have babies and periods.

When my dad had open heart surgery in 1992, my mom, sister, young daughter, two young boys and me spent a lot of time in the waiting room. As we became more comfortable in the waiting room, we sort of made it our own. We moved chairs in obtuse angles and rolled out the portable playpen. Soon, the waiting room seemed like "our room" and we became engrossed in our own little world and conversations.

My son Phillip was about 23 months old and talking pretty good. His brother was a newborn. Phillip toddled around

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