"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!!!