The day dawned like any other day. The signs where there, but I pulled the cover over my head and turned over. Surely I was mistaken – it wasn’t time for the day to start.
So it was with my daughter. The signs where there, but either I didn’t recognize them or I pulled the cover over my head and declared it too early and me not ready to face the dawning of puberty in her.
Hands and feet were the first to grow. Oh, how her feet grew. It seemed that overnight she went from a size 8 child’s shoe to a woman’s size 9. Her appetite became insatiable and her weight climbed. Her breasts budded then quickly blossomed far beyond my expectation and well beyond her delight.
She wasn’t ready, did not want, rejected facts undeniable, insisted she was not / could not / would not ever…. She wasn’t having any of it.
Puberty had its unrelenting, undeniable way with her. And, she hated it. All of it. Cute girl’s shoes no longer fit her. She wore shoes like her grandma. Bras were confining and uncomfortable. And, wear a pad – ick – she could feel it. All were a hated intrusion on her and an interruption to her ability to enjoy carefree childhood.
My little girl was developing the body of a woman.
Dressing her became a nightmare. Cute size 8 clothes that she loved were left hanging on the rack while larger, more mature clothing were selected out of necessity. “I look like Grandma” was her response. Everything had to be altered. If it fit her one place, it didn’t another. And, the length was always too long.
I knew it would happen. (One day.) Girls become women. It’s a process (meaning s-l-o-w) and puberty plays a huge role. Over time girls grow up. She knew that one day she would grow into a woman.
One day is always far in the future. When you’re 8, there’s too much living to be done and fun to be had to worry about what can and will happen one day.
I knew it was possible for puberty to arrive early. It did for her paternal grandmother – her first period was at age 9. But, I also knew that I experienced puberty late, as did my mother and her mother. I assumed the same for her.
I steeled myself against the possibility. Surely puberty would not arrive until I was ready…she was ready.
Ah…I’d pulled the cover over my head in denial and allowed my daughter to do the same.
“One day you will have breasts and pubes and a period like Mommy.” How many times had I told her that to her inquiries as of why and what and when?
But, not today….
Oh, how I wish The New Puberty: How to Navigate Early Development in Today’s Girls had been in my hands when my daughter was little. It would have given me the tools to help her accept her changing body and move gently through puberty. I would have known what to do – and how. And, equally important – what to avoid doing and why.
Instead of covering my head and refusing to face the dawning of “one day,” I would have been busy before dawn – ready to seize the day and squeeze every bit of good from it every day of her journey.
If you have a girl – get The New Puberty. Get it even if you don’t anticipate her entering puberty early. It’s a resource and wealth of information at your fingertips. It will change you. Yes, you. You experienced puberty and I’m guessing your experience was not all positive or pleasant. This book has the potential to change your outlook and your daughter’s experience.
The New Puberty: How to Navigate Early Development in Today’s Girls is a crucial resource for today’s parents and a period wise investment.