May 13, 2010
Why I Will Be Moving My Family to a Remote Cabin in the Middle of Nowhere When My Daughter Turns Twelve
1. Today my seven year-old daughter cut holes in her jeans to better blend in with all the sixth graders at her school.
2. She also asked if I could buy her a pair of two-inch heels to wear to my sister's wedding next weekend.
3. When I was putting her to bed tonight, I noticed that she had a maxi pad in her underpants.
I had to be shoved into a bra against my will at age fourteen. I prayed every night through middle school that I would never get my (.). I had to be reminded to wear deodorant and shave my legs well into high school. I lived--and still live--in fear of puberty.
Of course I have a daughter who does everything within her power to hasten its arrival.
In the midst of today's freak out, I did have a moment of revelation.
I know a woman has five daughters, all of them teenagers. Now I know why she looks the way she does.
P.S. You guys are fun-ny! Love the responses to the last post.