The sex talk.Unexpectedly, I found myself illustrating precautionary measures before she walked out the door.
“Let me know when you’re home and be safe.”
“I will, don’t worry! I love you,” she assured me – a genuine attempt to appease my anxiety.
Like most parents, I swallowed mixed emotions that brew when a daughter goes on a first date: proud of how beautiful and independent she’s become, but restlessly suspicious of the man she’s with.
But I wasn’t a parent. She was my divorcee mother, and I, her overprotective daughter.
In the last decade, the traditional parent-child relationship with my mother has been upturned, embellished with anecdotes that rival cumbersome remakes of Freaky Friday.
It’s not because I’m habitually controlling. It’s because of the real dangers facing dating divorcees: sexually transmitted infections (STIs) have more than doubled amongst middle-aged and senior adults from 2002 to 2012, according to the medical journal BMJ.
Thankfully, mother waited years until after her divorce to start dating. She was a selfless, devout Catholic committed to her children, providing any additional comfort when she could to me and my brother. So when non-biblical male names suddenly dropped in conversation while I was in college – my deeply furrowed eyebrows fashioned stern gazes of concern and distrust.
It was time to have ‘the talk.’