A conversation with my daughter.

I was outside when L came home. She sat down beside me and said,

“So... we talked about puberty at school today.”
“Did you learn anything interesting?”
“Not really. We watched a movie. The boys had to go to another room and they watched a different movie.”
“And what was the movie about?”
“About getting your period and stuff.”

We talked for a long time about specific things she had seen and heard in this movie. She had some questions and I answered them but I expect there will be more to come as she thinks things through. She likes to mull things over.

At one point, she had a question about why girls start their periods at different ages. We talked about that and then I said,

“Don't worry about when it'll start and don't be in a rush for it to happen. You'll be dealing with it for a long time.”
“How long?”
“'Til you're fifty.”

Ok, so sometimes it's longer than that. I was being nice. Sue me.

We talked some more and then the conversation came back to age again. I repeated my comment about not being in a rush and said again,

“You'll have it for a long time.”
“Yeah. Like four or five years.”
“Four or five years?”
“Until I'm fifteen.”
“I said fifty, not fifteen.”
“Oh. Oh!!”

Poor kid. Next week, the boys and girls will watch both movies together. That should make for an interesting conversation.

Posted by Ripley on May 08, 2003

And then you said

i tell you, there is NOTHING i miss about being that age. NOTHING. of course, after years of therapy, i no longer remember any of it.

Posted by the mighty jimbo on May 10, 2003 6:03 PM

:) it's better that way.

Posted by ripley on May 12, 2003 1:51 AM

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