“Mom, guess what Mary said to me…? The doll asked me. “What?” I replied. “Mary said she thought I was going through early puberty…” “Like she would know…” I scoffed back to her. “That’s what I said to her too. How would she even know…? “Doll, your cousin most likely overheard some adults talking about something else, then your name came up and she threw the two together.” “You’re probably right” the doll agreed.
Last night I had a great talk with a friend I hadn’t seen in a while. One of the topics that came up was the above conversation I had with the doll. Since she’s going into fifth grade this year, she will begin noticing all the changes happening not only to herself, but also the girls in her class. In some ways she already has. As her parent, I was lamenting the “change” that’s coming, basically because my baby is growing up. “I was told by her doctor to expect her first cycle to arrive within the next year and a half” I said shaking my head in my hands. “Well that’s not bad, I was in third grade and so was my daughter.”
After picking my jaw up off the ground I said, “Wha? Third Grade!! You were only eight years old?” I was flabbergasted. “All the girls in my family started in and around third grade.” she added. Can you imagine? “O’ My God! Your daughter had the ability to get pregnant at eight years of age.” I said incredulously. “Nowadays, they give girls medication that halts the early onset of puberty. But back then, it was perfectly normal.” She replied.
I sat there in complete disaray. “Normal for whom?” For the past two years, I’ve been stressing–trying to wrap my head around the kids upcoming and arriving puberty. I remember when I was going through it myself I thought “This isn’t the big deal everyone says it is…” but as I look back and cringe, I know differently. My children are physically changing as are their attitudes and mannerisms. Soon my nice, sweet little “hanger-onner” doll will want nothing to do with me–and it all begins with puberty! Yet here sat my friend, alieveating my fears simply because her family’s biology produced early puberty; in a sense telling me not to worry and stress. Then our conversation moved onto the next topic and (more) laughter ensued as we filled one another in on what’s been happening in our lives.
When I arrived home two hours later, the hubby said, “Wow, that was a long walk you went on…” Smiling I replied, “Not nearly long enough… but exactly what I needed.”