Don’t get me wrong; I do not dislike Shiloh. She’s freakin’ adorable. But if I wanted another being in the house that required constant attention, I’d have another baby. At least one day the baby wouldn’t need my physical help anymore. My frustration lies in the broken promise.
After getting the pooch squared away, I confronted Emmy. Her tale was typical. Lots of I forgots and I’m busys and but homeworks and I didn’t knows and lighten ups.
I reminded her of my position on the matter and her promise to us. Naturally, she didn’t have a leg to stand on. Still, I poured it on really thick. I told her if I have to keep taking care of Shiloh, I’d send her back. Honestly, I don’t think I could do that, but Emmy doesn’t need to know that. She calmed down and sat next to me, saying she promised to do better.
As she sat, I gazed at her as I often do. Not only is she beautiful, but also growing up quickly. She’s taller…bigger. Time is escaping me, so I went for it. If she runs into trouble later in life, I can’t let her have “you didn’t tell me” as an excuse.
I told her she’s gorgeous, and soon—if not already—other sims will think so too. Perhaps she’ll think the same of someone else. I told her she may start to feel things, but before I could finish that thought she cut me off with the “UGGGGGGHHHHH MOOOOOOOM!!!!”
She said they already learned everything about woohoo in school. I tried to keep the laughter inside as I reminisced on my own teenhood. They always think they’re so smart. I told her the school isn’t gonna give it to her like I’m gonna give it to her. Fear arose in her eyes. It made me want to laugh even more. The school can only tell them how woohoo works, how to get pregnant, and how to prevent it. They never address the feelings, and that’s the part that gets us all in trouble. I told her there is a reason why me and her father can’t get enough of each other. Woohoo is fun. It feels GREAT. Like, better than any thrill she could imagine. Once she starts woohooing, she’ll want to do it all the time. Possibly with any and every sim who is willing. As long as she’s being safe, there’s nothing inherently wrong with that. But I impressed upon her some things to consider.
Casual woohoo is fun, but it may be a better idea to consider with whom she’s doing it. Woohooing with someone she knows and has strong feelings for is a great idea. The look on her face! She had that why on earth would I want to do that with a stranger face. Oh, babygirl. It’ll happen more than she realizes.
Woohoo is special. There is nothing like it. Looking back on my life, I see how treating it more reverently would have saved me some heartache. I gave her an example she could understand. She loves to dance with her father. She dances with me too, but she enjoys it more with him. They have a special connection and it means something to her. Dance is like woohoo. She can dance with whoever she wants, but she needs to understand she risks forming that type of connection with all her dance partners, which will eventually make it less special. If that’s how she wants to live, fine. As long as she can handle the complications woohoo will bring to some relationships. Maybe she’ll decide to only dance with special partners. Whatever she decides, it needs to be her own decision. She needs to understand the repercussions (and benefits!) of all of them.
I felt like she understood, so I moved on. I handed her a box of my birth control pills and told her to take one every day and do not miss. Ever. While I would prefer she not woohoo yet, I can’t stop her and would rather she be protected than wondering what’s she’s up to and if she’ll be ok. Speaking of protection, I told her to NEVER woohoo without a condom unless she’s ready for babies. The pill should take care of that, but things can happen. Plus, some sims are just nasty and she doesn’t want mess in her body. Finally, I said I wanted her to feel comfortable talking to me about these things, and I would always tell her the truth no matter how uncomfortable it is. She can talk to Winston too even though he probably would rather drink cowplant juice. A lot of sims will tell her a lot of things, but I reminded her we’re her parents and we love her the most and would never put her in harm’s way. I think she appreciated that.
To end our talk, I asked if she had done it yet.
That may have been too strong, and I think I traumatized us both, but I just had to ask. I don’t want to know, but I needed to know. And she needs to get over having difficult conversations with me.
