My youngest child will be twelve years old next week and is growing up faster than I’m ready for. I knew this day was coming from the moodiness and wacky blood sugar readings she’s had lately. I have talked with her about what to expect, what to do, and have given detailed explanations (much to her dismay) about how the human body works. I thought we’d be dealing with this in the next year or so. I just didn’t think it was coming so soon. As in, today.
Some would say, “she’s a woman now.” When I said that to her, joking around with her a bit to ward off her tears of horrified frustration that this nauseating, painful fun will happen monthly instead of yearly, she buried her head in my pillow and said, “Mom, please don’t ever say that again.”
So I won’t.