You donít want to leave it to the gossip she hears at school. Are You There God? Itís Me Margaret doesnít quite spin it the way youíd want it presented. And you certainly canít count on school sex ed to do it justice. So how do we parents talk to our daughters about when Aunt Flow comes to town?
What’s happening to me?
When I went through this girly right of passage, my mom bought me a great book Whatís Happening To Me?. My friend Kittie and I would sit on my bed and read this puppy out loud, roaring at the funny pictures — the flat-chested girl holding up the giant bra, the boy standing on the end of a diving board with his Johnson sticking straight out, the poor kid changing his sheets after his wet dream. We hooted our way through the book, but at the end, we didnít really know that much about what would actually happen when the Judy Blume moment occurred.
So when I got caught unprepared at school, wearing a white skirt without any feminine protection, I found myself scuttling like a crab with my back against the lockers until my friend Jennifer rescued me with a clean pair of gym shorts and a giant maxi pad diaper that left me doing the bow-legged walk of shame. Way to welcome in womanhood. Just call me Big Red. Woo hoo, thank you very much.
That was a long time ago and despite the fact that there is more education out there for girls and women than ever before, my experience is still shared by a lot of preteens even today. There has to be a better way!
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