I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d love to have my own daughter to dress up in cute little dresses, ruffles, and tutus. What freaks me out about having a daughter is the teenage years, and all years after that. I’m a girl, I know what that implies.
I love having boys. It saves me on explaining how their body works and why their penis does what it does when they touch it. I honestly couldn’t have the “period talk” without blushing, stuttering, or pretending I have covered it all.
One of Jenn’s pointers is to do the talk in private, away from dad and any other members of the male clan. If I remember well, I was in 4rd grade and we had the sex talk in school, so I had no idea as to what to expect when my period came. I guess not having your parents explain every single aspect of sex, period included, is yet another perk of being Catholic*.
So there I am, 12 years old, freaking out because I have no clue as to what is going on. My mom, in the shower, simply said “oh, you just started your period” and kept on lathering her hair. As if starting your period was such a common daily thing. There I am, still freaking out trying to figure out how to use a freaking pad…
If this day hadn’t been any more uncomfortable my dad came home from work with a bouquet of flowers for me! I guess becoming a woman is a big thing. Did I mention my parents also took me out for dinner that night? Yup…did anyone say awkward?!
So…to Jenn’s list I’d have to add:
- Please mention what starting your period is like, as in what it looks like, when to expect it, what to do about it. Also, please, do explain how to use pads and tampons. It is kind of frustrating trying to figure this out by your self while your older sister roll her eyes at you and laughs internally at how dumb you look!
- Also, try not to bring your daughter flowers. Wearing a pad is uncomfortable enough.
Yup, that is it. I’m getting off my soap box! Have a lovely day XD
* My sarcasm skills can be lame at times.