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My girls are growing so fast, in a blink of an eye puberty will be hitting us over the head like a hammer. It seems every new day brings a lost tooth, a growth spurt of some sort, a new amazing feat they can perform or skill they have learned. In all reality, I am in constant awe (you know, with the exception of those days that I feel that I am watching paint dry). I’d say between my two girls I spend 97% of my life having my breath taken away. Some days it feels like it is all going by too quickly and I just want to slow it down a bit and enjoy it more. Then my friend, whose daughter is 7, drops this bomb on me….her daughter is getting underarm and pubic hair.WHAT??? Apparently when she was giving her little girls their nightly bath,she noticed a few tufts of hair after her daughter said she couldn’t get her underarms clean. Poor kid.
Yes, you could hear a pin drop when she told me that, with the exception of the thud of my jaw hitting the floor. She, like myself, tries to feed her girls a reasonably healthy diet. They are pretty diligent about the organic/no hormone milk and dairy products, eggs, fruits and veggies. Her girls are not overweight. They are an average upper-middle class Caucasian American family. Yet, her little girl is on the brink of prepubescence. This thoroughly freaked me out. Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was changing diapers? I’m still wiping asses ( I just wiped one before I sat down to write this post. Don’t worry I washed my hands). What kind of cruel world is this that little girls who are still in need of their Mommies to bathe and wipe them ….should start getting pubic hair and menstruating?
They call it Precocious Puberty. It sounds all cute and adorable. As if cramps and mood swings are anything but terrible, especially for little girls. Don’t even get me started on the onslaught of hair growing in places you least want it. And so I am compelled to write a little prayer to God or the Goddess Mother Nature ( whomever you believe is responsible for this early onset puberty sweeping our nation and whomever can actually do anything about it).
It’s Me..Truthful Mommy (I’m sure even God thinks that’s my name by now) are you there?
Please let my little girls stay little for a little while longer.
I want to cuddle them and read them to sleep.
I want to kiss their foreheads and all their booboos and make them magically all better.
I want picnics in the park, uncontrollable giggles because I act like a goofball. I want innocence and virtue.
I want to be the best thing since sliced bread, for a little while longer.
I want to get to know them a little better before they become hairy, hormonal beasts.
I want the time to bond deeper before they hit that place in puberty where I am the enemy.
The moment that I become the dumbest, most ignorable and annoying person in the world.
I’m pretty sure this happens on the first day of spotting.
I am not ready for all that just yet.
Please wait until they are passed the age of losing teeth and learning to ride bicycles before bestowing their monthly visitor upon them.
I know with puberty, precocious or otherwise, comes boys.
You know we are not ready to deal with boys!
Dear God, most of all I pray for health and happiness for my girls.
Please give them a few more years to get their feet firmly planted on who they are before turning them into someone else.
This is my mother’s prayer.
Please, God…no more pubic hair (at least not for a few more years)!
For now, let’s just say no to early onset puberty (Amen)