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Why I Let My Kids See Me Naked

February 16, 2016

By Melissa Uchiyama

The majority of my friends’ children have never seen their parents
naked. It is not part of the family culture. Kids may scamper
diaper-less. Mommy may giggle at their talk of penises or “willies.” But
most moms and dads will never be naked with them.

Once babies are through with nursing, they will probably never see
their mother’s breasts again. If it happens, it may be later,
accidentally, with a sense of shame or even derision. Her body is a
mystery and she has zero interest in sharing it. This might sound
healthy to some. But I don’t think it is.

I moved to Japan from America seven years ago, before I had kids. I learned about onsens,
the public mineral baths. Here Japanese children grow up scrubbing
their mother’s backs, walking from bath to bath, or showers to bath,
with all manners of women. Girls see teenagers, mothers, grandmothers,
all bodies with their different needs and ages, all bodies washed and
soaked. There isn’t shame. It is healthy, a place where life and rich
conversation occur, especially in the period before most Japanese homes
had their own showers or baths.

It was my own visiting mother who convinced me to go to these baths
for the first time. It took many jokes about needing a glass or two of
wine, and five minutes to shake off my piled nerves, but soon I saw
value in being able to relax, truly, in my own skin, and next to hers.

The truth is, growing up, I did not always respect my mother’s
openness with her body, the way she kept the door open when she changed
or went to the bathroom. I certainly did not approve when I noticed that
she was bra-less under a T-shirt. Maybe the hateful derision crept in
when I was a teenager, suddenly and keenly aware of my burgeoning
sexuality. I didn’t see her openness within the context of community, or
say, in the function of nursing a baby, or soaking in the waters of a
centuries-old bath house. It is really only since being in Asia, and
certainly since becoming a mother myself, that I have cleaned house in
terms of my old beliefs about the body.

Living in Tokyo, my husband and I take our kids to the public baths
sometimes but, more importantly, we have adopted its lifestyle at home.
My daughter is five and a half and my son is almost three years old. It
began when my girl was just an infant—after a baby’s first month,
doctors and midwives encourage parents to bring her into their own bath.
And this is what we did. We bathed with her, the special Japanese way,
supporting her small neck, while gently folding her ears back to not let
in any water. The other hand used a feathery cotton gauze to clean
eyes, scalp, and all of those fatty baby folds in her impossibly soft
skin. Both of my children learned to be comfortable in deep bathtubs
very early on, also learning buoyancy and the weightlessness of trust.
We never really used our baby tub.

There are many benefits to family bathing. Besides the efficiency,
the demand for “quick changes” in a frenetic household, I don’t dread
future talks about my daughter’s changing body. Through all the seasons
of our bathing, questions and conversations come up, organically. She
knows bodies change. She sees how my own body molds and adapts to
pregnancy and postpartum stages. She knows breasts and nursing. She
knows that girls and boys will grow hair. I won’t need four glasses of
Merlot, a cartoon picture or diagram to express, through my
embarrassment, what happens when humans age. I won’t flounder. At least,
not as much.

Some of my best parenting moments happens in the bath. With the
addition of our son, my kids better understand the differences between
girls and boys. They are completely comfortable with biology, botany,
the separateness of male and female. In this setting, with all of us
getting squeaky clean together, we talk about big things, like personal
space, and my daughter uses her voice if ever needed, to say: “No. This
is my private part.” Both of my kids are growing up to understand
boundaries and to respect them.

Children have their whole lives to access the multitude of widespread
sexual images and beliefs out in the world. But this childhood with
mommy and daddy, in a healthy, nurturing context, is the foundation I
want for my family, a kind of bedrock of beauty and appreciation of the
human body. Let’s not bring a shameful, sexualized belief into the home
which doesn’t belong. Let’s not usher our little kids out of childhood
before they are ready or developed for the things of young adulthood.

And no, we’ll not keep it up for longer than appropriate. Later the
kids will separate, from us and from each other, as is natural. For now,
anyway, there is freedom and joy. There is laughter. There are correct
names for body parts. I don’t have to stay knotted up in a robe. I don’t
have to wear three layers and a bra. I am free to show them my
postpartum tummy rolls and say, “Yes” I’ll work on that later, but right
now, I’m happy to just be. ”They’ll see the transformations as all of
our bodies grow.

Melissa Uchiyama is an educator, writer, and mother. She has contributed to Literary Mama, Mamalode, Cargo Literary Magazine, Kveller, and other sites, but this is her first piece in Brain, Child. Connect with Melissa as she blogs about the motherly and literary life on .

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