My eldest sons school decided to give an "introduction to sex education" lesson to the students in year 5 (10yo).   This was the first of it's kind in the school, real sex-ed lessons started in year 6.   Permission slips were sent out, and a very brief explanation of the course content, then reminders were sent as the day drew nearer.   The lesson was scheduled for the last day of the term.

As this was my oldest child, it was also my first experience with children learning about sex.   I was just as nervous as he was, actually I think more nervous!

What would he be learning?

What would he come home and ask me about?

Could I answer his questions without being embarrassed?

How much would he know?

How much would I have to tell him?

The day finally arrived and I tried to downplay it, treat it as just another day, but inside I was SO nervous.   After school I waited nervously out the front of his class, and finally out he came.

"How was it?" I asked.

"What?" he said

"The sex ed lesson" I said (secretly happy it didn't seem to be such a big deal to him).

My darling 10 year old instantly stood straighter, squared his shoulders, tugged the front of his shirt down and said:

"That's OK Mum, now I know all about your pyramids"