Big news today in our house: tonight in the bath my son retracted his foreskin. You have to understand that for a year and a half I’ve been worried about his glans. This horrible, horrible, horrible doctor forcibly retracted his foreskin at age 2 1/2 and for well over a year my boy didn’t want anyone to touch his penis, for fear of being hurt again. I couldn’t find the blog entry – maybe there wasn’t one – regarding this, one of the most upsetting experiences I’ve yet had as a parent (worse than when Sophie whacked her toe with an axe; I felt, inexplicably, like I should have protected Nels from this unforseen mini-tragedy).
“The foreskin therefore can be likened to a rosebud which remains closed and muzzled. Like a rosebud, it will only blossom when the time is right. No one opens a rosebud to make it blossom.” – H. L. Tan, MD (from nocirc.org)
Waiting for me to be ready for Family Movie Night, Ralph finds “Wig In A Box” from Hedwig on YouTube for Nels – my beautiful, cross-dressing loving and lovable boy.