As awkward moments go, it was brief yet intense.
A few months ago, I went with my daughter’s class on an excursion to the Botanical Gardens as one of the parent-helpers. As part of our tour, an indigenous woman spoke to us about the traditional way many of the plants in the gardens were used by her ancestors.
As dozens of excitable 7-year-olds, teachers and parent helpers sat in a big circle on the grass with our indigenous guide in the centre, she explained how certain leaves, roots, seeds, nuts, flowers, fruits and berries were once used to treat a variety of ailments. Everything from fever to skin conditions.
“And this plant was used by the women to control the number of children they had” she explained.
“How interesting!” exclaimed someone who may or may not have been me. “So, you mean it’s like a natural form of contraception?”
Our guide immediately looked a bit uncomfortable and chose her words carefully before replying.
“Ah, not contraception exactly, no. It was something a woman would take so she wouldn’t be pregnant anymore.”
Ohhhhhh. I see.
With supreme control, I managed to refrain from asking further questions about the abortion plant as the other mothers and teachers blinked and smiled nervously. The girls didn’t miss a beat and neither did our guide who continued her talk seamlessly.