Showing posts with label perspective. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perspective. Show all posts

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Remember when these conversations were awkward? Me neither.

What do you talk about at the dinner table? Politics? Sports? The school day? Hatchling, Chicky and I have all of those conversations too, but today we added a new topic-- puberty. Obviously.

Hatchling (who, by the way, is a long ways away from puberty), suggested that boys have more to deal with during puberty than girls do. Chicky gave him a look. "I don't think so." So, we listed everything we could think of that happened during puberty, and I kept score.

                             GIRLS                                                           BOYS
                                                           growth spurt
                                                           body odor
                                                           body hair                         
                                                           oily hair
                                                           acne
                              period                                                             voice changing
                              breast growth                                                  penis growth
                              hips widen                                                       shoulders broaden

In the end, it was a tie. But Chicky and I maintain that girls have it tougher.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Celebrate!

Here's the deal Chicky and I have: When her period arrives for the first time, she and I are going to CELEBRATE!

Why, you may ask? How, you may wonder?

I'll tell you.

We'll celebrate because this is a huge transition from "girl" to "woman," and one of the very few that happen in any sort of discrete way. One day you don't have a period, the next day you do. Ta da! Big step.

Also, let's be honest: It kinda sucks. It's a chore to deal with, especially at first. It's uncomfortable. It's messy. It requires a level of responsibility and planning that is largely unprecedented in a girl's life. So, we will celebrate in order to make it Suck Less.

Now the tricky part-- how, precisely, will we celebrate this momentous occasion? She may even have the opportunity to do it twice, if she and her mom want to do something special as well. (In fact, I think that would be awesome. Live it up, after all!) We may go on a weekend trip to visit one of my girl friends, who Chicky simply adores. We may just go out to dinner and have a "girls night" at my apartment. We may make a uterus pinata ! Ok, that last one is kind of weird. But the point is that we can celebrate Any Way We Choose.

It's going to be special, damnit. And it's going to be a positive experience.