And I've come to the conclusion that it's time to have "the talk" with one of them. Not because of anything she's said recently, but more because of the company of friends she'll be keeping with the whole cheer thing. I mean, think about it! There's a big age difference between a 6th grader and an 8th grader. You can read about my first "trial and run" with the three letter word HERE. Yep! I seriously wanted to crawl under a greasy Wendy's table and die that day!
I WILL say that I've come a loooong way since that night and so has Baby Girl. Although we've had the discussion about what happens monthly - she probably needs a refresher - I have yet since then talked to her about the three letter word. And I'm not about to get in an arguement about whether or not she already knows and what she hears at school and from her friends, and blah, blah, blah. She hasn't heard it from ME. And I'm her mother.
I'll just be honest. I'm scared.
And there's a part of me that doesn't want to talk about it, because then she'll know.
Remember that post when I interviewed Alise and one of the questions was, "What does Mommie and Daddy do after you go to bed at night?!"
And she answered, "Watch TV."
Well, we do watch TV. And eat popcorn late at night. But still.
I mean, really. She's gonna KNOOOOWWW and realize all those times we sneak off or what date night really means or that maybe we DON'T actually watch TV after she goes to bed and I just...I just...
Maybe I'm blowing it all out of proportion! I mean, when I was eleven years old, I didn't think about my parents in that way (and I had had the talk with my mom)! And it grosses me out to think about them now! I didn't think about what they might be doing while I slept over at a friend's house. I was oblivious, I guess.
But Alise isn't like that. She's possessive and jealous. She's not fond of Wayne and I even kissing in the kitchen. And I've tried telling her that moma and daddy need time just to talk to each other, ya know? And she gets it for a while and then she's right back there between us.
Bottom line: When I tell her that it's something special that moma and daddy do because we love each other, she's gonna be jealous and be right up under my arm pit to make sure we never have the opportunity again. Ever.
I've got to do it. I've just got to put my big girl panties on and do it. I've got to be serious and honest.
And I will. I plan to do some Christian research about how to talk to her about it. And that research may take a while...
My friend, Jennifer, told me to record the conversation so she could use it for her daughter.
Yea, right! Like I want ANYONE hearing me flounder and stutter and hem-haw around about this! I told her, "Sister, you're on your own!"
This is enough information for one day, and I apologize for the sensitivity, but this is something that I'm REALLY struggling with right now. I mean, this is important stuff! And I realize it's more than her just being under my arm pit! It's mechanics, it's pregnancy, it's disease, it's about saving something special that God gave you, it's about questions.....oh, Lord, the questions!!
I'll save my other girl for another day.