Prepare yourselves for some shocking news: the Mister sleeps in the nude. No undies. No socks. Totally bucky. Me? I get too cold for such things. But I do walk naked from the shower up to our bedroom in the morning to help minimize the Towering Tower of Towels that tend to collect up there.
What I am trying to say is, we are a naked family. All of us: the perfect, unmarred children and the two slightly less pristine adults have no qualms about showing what nature gave us in the light of day. It’s not like we’re doing the Macarena and scrubbing the floors in our birthday suits, but if they ask, we let the kids shower with us.
My mom was always a naked mom. My best friend’s mom (who was like an aunt to me) used to horrify her daughters and their friends by popping out of the bathroom in her full jiggling glory and shouting “naked woman!” While I wouldn’t go that far (or would I?), I don’t really see anything wrong with nudity in the home until it starts to bother someone.
There will come a time when the kids just say “yuck,” but for now, no one even seems to notice.
Original publication 14 October, 2010
Posted on NatCorn 1st March 2021
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