My children are ages 11, almost 5 and 2.5.
The space between the 11 year old and 5 year old seems huge…sometimes.
I really don’t know if this is the case for everyone but I really cringed when my daughter turned 9. I am quite sure it was because I realized then that she was getting older and would not be my baby forever.
She is so sweet and so very innocent.
As most parents do, I fretted about talking with Cara about boys, her period, sex, anything at all of that nature because I didn’t want to tell her so much to make her confused or scared; yet, I didn’t want her knowledge base to be her friends.
Our first “real” conversation about such a topic happened a few years ago. We were driving home from her physical and I could see her cute little face in the rear view mirror and I casually asked her…
“So Cara, you know what a period is, right?” It was subtle, cool, right to the point. I was starting out easy---thinking we could build a nice conversation around what she knew. I was proud of myself that I just came out with it- spoke with confidence and calmness…
That is, until I heard her reply…
“Sure mom. It is the dot at the end of the sentence,” Cara responded quickly and confidently.
Dead silence as I gripped the steering wheel trying to keep the car on the road.
After a deep breath, I replied, “You are absolutely right.”
What? I had to keep her innocent and naïve for one more day…
I just picked my daughter and two friends up from a dance and as I tucked her into bed I remembered this story. I thought I would pass it along to any of you who are also struggling with those tween years.
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