, who proclaimed himself to be a "Never Nude." I didn't go as far as wearing jean shorts in the shower, but I came dangerously close. (Which, by the way, only made my brother and I obsessed with pulling it back and re-sticking it so many times that the Band-Aid lost its adhesiveness and just flapped on the album cover, causing us mortal fear my mom would find it.) Was it because, at the height of the "streaking craze" in the mid-70s when I was a little girl, my Nana and I innocently ran naked around her house, laughing hysterically, for about 30 seconds until my uncle, grandfather and dad came home unexpectedly?She shrieked and ran to the bathroom, abandoning quizzical me.Or maybe it was the time I went body surfing in Rehoboth Beach when I was 13 and I stood up after an epic wipeout, in front of my parents and their friends and their friend's 15-year-old son who I had a mad crush on, grinning and giving them the "thumbs up" before I realized the top of my bathing suit was gone, washed out to sea? In my 20s, I used to have a pair of extra-large granny underwear that I'd wear, along with a tank top, any time I'd get a massage. But whether it was a male or female massage therapist, the thought of being nude in front of him or her made me so tense that any relief I might have gotten from the kneading of my muscles would have been more than undone by my mounting anxiety about my state of undress.I never showered after using the pool in college, preferring to wait until I got back to my apartment even though New York City could get darn cold when you walked five blocks with wet hair in January.This summer past, the first day we opened the pool, she came down stairs, and strolled through the house naked. After school she does homework in her room..course sans clothes. She asked if we would allow her be nude at home, all the time. He says we should let her, if it doesn't bother her, it doesn't bother him.She would even come inside for lunch naked, and I always have to ask her to cover up. She makes no effort to cover up if she goes to the rest room, or come downstairs for a drink. I'm about to give in, but there will be no turning back. So, I thought I would post this question here, and see what other parents thought without having to bring it up to our friends and family. Jess I have always been a "nudie booty" in my own home. He'd come home from a long day at work to find his naked girlfriend sitting at her computer playing World of Warcraft, or his naked newly big-breasted pregnant wife sleeping on the couch.And I was never one of those girls who could drop trou and pee in front of a friend while continuing a conversation.I'd rather have the bladder infection from holding it in. Once, on spring break in Florida, my best friend Gina and I had had a few Kahlua & Creams and decided it'd be a hoot to go skinny-dipping in our friend's apartment complex around midnight.
After giving them about 30 seconds, to make sure they were really gone, we quickly slunk out and ran the few feet to the blissful safety of our clothes.
I guess I still don't really get it — why I, as their mother, would need to cover up around my sons.
I mean, they both grew inside my body, made their way through my body, and used my body for nourishment and comfort.
He's getting a little old for that." I just brushed it off saying that our two-year-old didn't care or understand just yet. But now that our youngest son is about to turn one and our oldest son is just over three and well aware of the differences between my body and his and his brother's, the thought of my nudity at home around them has stirred up a sense of panic in my husband again.
He uses words like "appropriate" and "decent" to try to justify my need for covering up.