I was at the gyno’s today trying to figure out the date of my last period. I used to be so on the ball with things like that, but don’t worry about it much now since I don’t worry about being pregnant. While I was looking at the calendar, I could tell you my daughters’ cycles better than my own.
It is a weird thing having maturing daughters. Not bad, just weird.
I am rather matter of fact with body functions (see my RN credentials) and thus have passed this on to my girls a bit. It seems all they talk about at times are boobs and pads and it hits me that I am in a different time of life now. The baby-toddler-preschooler-first day of school phase is over for me. My baby (almost 7) was chopping carrots for dinner tonight. I’m concentrating on periods, bras and acne rather than sippy cups and Cheerios.
I have to adjust to this new parenting phase and stop hovering. I should do more talking and share more about my experiences rather than just giving orders. It’s hard. Hard for me and hard for the kids to be growing. I feel my control slipping and I don’t like that feeling.
The struggle I deal with is that I am so afraid I will mess it all up. There are no do-overs in parenting, and that is why my normally easy-going personality hit the road when I became mom.
Hubby is handling this “the girls are growing up” well -- better than I am actually. He’s an amazing dad. I would have died rather than talk to my dad about periods, but my girls know they can go to him if they need something or are having a hard time. He takes it all in stride, which cannot be easy sometimes. He grew up with four brothers and now has four daughters. Life is funny that way.
Have you hit a different place in the parenting timeline that has been a struggle?Are you dreading your child hitting puberty or looking forward to watching them grow? Any words of advice are always appreciated!
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