There comes a point in each parent's life when they actually have to sexualize their kids. It's difficult to see our little ones grow up, and up and up, to see them mature into young adults who have hormones and are driven by more than their next Lego set build or their need to get to the next level in Assassin's Creed before bed. When your kids fall in love or lust for the first time and you have to accept that they have parts made for more than just peeing, when you realize that the bed is squeaking late at night and they are more than happy to do their own laundry. It's tough. I love them more than anything or anyone, and I want what's best for them. Sex is terrifying as a parent. It's need, angst inspiring need, determined and pushy and a driving force to be reckoned with. It's babies and STDs and life and death.
As a parent, I have been doing my best to educate my kids about life, sex, love and character. I discuss safe sex regularly with my kids. However, and here I'm at a disadvantage, neither one of them is sexually active, so it's not something I have to deal with in reality yet. Further, I can only help guide them in life, not make their decisions for them. If they choose to have unsafe sex, much as I did as a young woman, I can only hope that they go into it with their thinking head fully engaged, and don't just have unsafe sex on a whim, in the heat of the moment. As a parent, that's about the best I can hope for, since I can't be with them all the time. One day, they will leave the nest, and I hope they will make smart choices for themselves and weigh risks in a thoughtful and considerate way.