Friday, February 27, 2009

Gifts for Kids

So Cerriah and Lexi want to start their own "organization" of sorts! They want to start collecting books, bears and toys for kids in nearby hospitals. Since they know first hand how boring hospital stays can be, they want to help other kids that may have to stay. I am hopefully going to start a new blog for them to see if people are interested in donating items. I hope this works out because they are so excited about it!!

Saturday, February 21, 2009

"THE" talk

I knew THE talk was coming soon. After all Dancer C is almost 11 years old. I dreaded this day from the day that she was born. Silly I know. I dreaded it so bad because I had no one to lead an example by. You see, I never got the talk about puberty from my mom. I was blind sided when it happened. I thought I wasn't normal. It came before I got the information from school too. I was so imbarassed that I hid it from my Mom for a year. When she did find out, she called every relative letting them know I had become a "woman".
So today I sat down with Dancer C. Well sat down is really on operative word. I paced. I handed her an awesome book by American Girl

I had gotten it by recomendations of friends. I told her to read the book and ask me any questions she may have. I ran. I know, bad bad mom! But she followed suit quickly. She had questions already!! She must have been brewing with all sorts of thoughts. I wanted to run, I wanted to hide. Deep down I knew I couldn't do that to her. I had so many questions as a child and I was never able to ask my mom them. I didn't want to leave her in the dark.

I answered her many questions, with tears brimming my eyes. I can't believe that my baby is growing up. I want time to stand still. I want her in her diapers and paci in her mouth. I don't want to be talking about these things. But yet, I am. I am and I am glad I am. I am glad I finally got the courage to do it and not hide like my mom did.

She is still here as I type, reading away intently. Trying to absorb all information. She won't leave my side "in case I have more questions". The hunger in her voice to know more saddens me. Maybe I waited too long. Maybe I held onto my nervousness too long. I am speechless.

Step one accomplished. Now what do I do about the "OTHER" talk!!! I may just have a nervous breakdown!!!