The Birds, the Bees and Me

When I was a little girl, no older than seven, I asked my mama how babies were made. There was no need to ask where babies came from because by that time my parents had five children. Being the second of five, I had a clear idea that those babies grew inside my mommy; but how did they get there? My mama initially tried to answer the question with the standard responses: God blessed the family with the baby. Mommy and Daddy’s love for each other made the baby. I realized that in order to get the actual answer, I … Continue reading The Birds, the Bees and Me