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How A Punch In The Balls Led To A Talk With My Son About Puberty

I was shopping for milk when my 8-year-old son punched me in the balls. This was the second time in two days.

Id been tickling his neck, when he took a blind swing at me. I hunkered down, leaned up against the cart, and struggled with blinding rage and stomach pain.

Im going to be honest, it is moments like this that I realize parenting does, indeed, take patience. In the cart were my two daughters. As I leaned up against the carts handrail, Aspen, my sweet one year old, patted my head, while Norah, my snarky six-year-old, said, It doesnt hurt that bad.

Both times Tristan has punched me in the balls, I feel confident it wasnt intentional. But that was in hindsight. Hes in this rowdy boy age, where his solution to everything is to throw a punch. It started a few months ago, and Ive had a heck of a time stopping it. The major problem is his height. He is at the perfect height to punch me in the balls.

Unfortunately I was in gym shorts, which offers very little protection.

I gave Tristan a hard stare, and he looked up at me with fearful wet eyes.

Thats twice dude. Twice! Not cool. I said.

Im sorry, he said. I just didnt want you tickling me. I didnt mean to hit you there.

For those of you that dont know, getting punched in the balls is a blinding hot rage. I just wanted to snap, and it was everything I could do to keep calm.

His excuses.

His voice.

Everything about my son at that time made me furious, so I told him, as politely as I could to please stop talking.

We finished shopping in silence, and once we made it to the van, loaded up the kids and unloaded the cart, and the pain had subsided, I looked behind me and said, Tristan, why did I get mad at you?

He looked down, scratched his leg, and said, Because I punched you in the junk.

Yeah, I said. I know that you have no idea how bad that hurts yet, but you will

Tristan interrupted me to say, I do know how bad it hurts. Ive been kicked there playing soccer.

But the fact is, he doesnt know how bad it hurts because he hasnt gone through puberty yet. Im no doctor, but I know that every time Tristan runs around the house naked, which is often, its easy to see that he has some development ahead of him.

No you dont know how bad it hurts, I said. Not yet.

He argued with me for a moment. We were driving now. It was a little after 8 p.m., and my plan was to take a drive after the store to get Aspen to sleep. We were heading out of town when I finally got frustrated and said, You dont know because you dont have balls

I stumbled over the word balls. I wondered if I shouldve chosen a better word, perhaps testicles, but it was too late.

I didnt know if Tristan knew what a mans balls were. But before I had a chance to say something more Norah cried from the back seat, Are those your hangers?

A few months earlier Norah walked in on me getting out of the shower. Then she went up to her mother and said, Dads have big hangers, and I could only assume she was talking about my body.

Tristan nodded at what Norah said, and then added, Oh those.

The crazy thing about being family is that everyone has seen each other naked. At this stage in life, at these ages, there is no modesty. There are no secrets. Everyone had seen my balls.

I didnt know if I loved the term hangers, but it seemed to make sense to them, so I ran with it, yes, I said. Those.

Norahs face scrunched up and she said, Those are icky.

I shrugged, and Tristan asked another question.

Will I get those?

Yes, I said. Eventually. And when someone punches you in them, it will hurt worse than you imagine. It will make you sick to your stomach.

Tristans eyes opened wide, and Norah said, Good thing I dont have hangers.

You will have other issues. Its just part of having a body, I said.

Norah looked at me with big eyes, and I wondered if I shouldnt have used the word issues. I could tell that she wanted to ask another question, but didnt, and I was grateful. As much as my wifes body amazes me, I am still confused by it.

I assumed that conversations like this would happen later, and that I would be able to see them coming. But this one started with a punch in the crotch, and then moved into something else. Something different entirely, and I wasnt ready, but it was happening, so I did my best.

As we drove, talking about development, I tried not to stumble over my words. I tried to handle this conversation as best I could, but honestly, I didnt feel all that qualified. I assumed that there would be some prep time before class, but that wasnt the case.

This is how parenting works. Its organic. Life chats happen on their own time. One was happening right then, and in the next few days I would think about the terms we used, the way I approached important subjects, and wonder if I blew it.

We were just out of town when Norah said, Aspen is asleep.

And so I turned around, and drove home. No one spoke for a while. We hadnt given the topic of body changes all that much depth, but it was enough. I didnt want much more.

We were almost home when Tristan said, Im sorry dad. I didnt know.

I know. But you will.

Tristan looked at me with big eyes and I said, I know. But you will.”

When hes not saying insane things to his kid, Clint Edwardsswork has been featured on Good Morning America, The New York Times, The Washington PostandThe Huffington Post. Hes the author of the new bookThis Is Why We Cant Have Nice Things.

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