At 8 my mother asked me about the other kids in my class. She asked me if there were any kids that talked about being boy friends and girls friends.. She talked about how they were still young and asked me, do you think they will get married. I told her no! They are just kids..
Never underestimate children, they are aware, but not stupid. So then she talked about how girls bodies grow and change and told me not to be embarrassed if I have questions about things changing on my body.. Then asked, have any of the other girls been talking about their bodies and any changes?
It was just like a conversation. Not a book. She was just talking. .Another time she talked more specifically about the changes I might notice, body hair. Discharge from my body, maybe body odors.
Later she talked about getting some under shirts or bras, since I was telling her my shirts were rubbing my breasts.. so she talked to me about why women have breast. They are so when we grow up and get married, when we have babies, this is how we feed them.
Then at school they started talking to us also about our bodies and changes. so again we went though all of this and she answered more questions and went a little further with her information about how to take care of my body and how to let her know if people made me feel uncomfortable.
These conversations took place a few times a year based on what was happening with me and school and what she felt was about to come up in my life.
There are a ton of books. The librarian at the school, the public library and I am going to guess your church library all have books to guide you through these conversations.
Your converssations about how you and dad met, grandmother and grandfather met.. all of those stories will bein the conversation about your values as a family.
Beware. doo NOT hide the truth about family. If someone is divorced, was preganat as a teenager.. etc.. Be honest. Explain whatthey went through and how they tried to follow a path but made some choices that changed their lives, but they are still good people.
My mother and father were always truthful with us, age appropriately, but they admitted their mistakes and told me, they hoped, I would make better choices. Because they loved me and wanted me to be a better person and have an even happier life than they and my other family members had.
There were very few secrets in my family..
On the other hand my husbands family try to hide so much, that now we do not believe half of what they tell us.. and even worse, question what they have told us in the past.. It is ridiculous.