The J. Paul Getty Museum is a few miles from where I live. We decided to take our 11-year-old to the museum.  My husband asked me, “How about going to the orientation offered at the museum, or how about a tour?” Then my son said, “I just want to explore!” This is what we did, we explored the museum.  The first room soon made my son aware of nudity. A change has happened , he now was aware of the penis on a statue. He laughed and giggled at first. I then quick and calmly  added with motherly wisdom, “Shyane this is art get use  to it!” As the day evolved he became quite agreeable with the nude figures and all was well. I knew in my heart he reached a cross over from young child to a place of maturity. He no longer  lets me see him naked. With the loss of innocence comes an awareness of the mind.  We were soon greeted by a statue of Mercury. Caduceus in hand we refer to him as Hermes Trismegistus and  he welcomes us to the exploration of the museum.  We walked throughout the museum.

we filled our intellects as well as our souls.