Sweet Emotion

Oh! To be a teenager in this day and age is the worst thing possible to ever happen! I could not imagine being stuck in a prepubescent body waiting for life's changing grip to take hold in ruin all that I considered sacred. For one menarche sucks for girls and it sucks more when you have questions about it that you aren't comfortable asking your parents about. Tomorrow she will drive 45 minutes to the new doctor's office, walking into the waiting room holding her father's hand, and come out scarred for life and resenting her father for putting her mother through the torment of having her. This is what will happen, unless one of her parents decide that she is old enough to hear 'the sex talk.' This is what will happen because sexual education is no longer allowed to be taught in schools, and she has questions. Questions that make me want to blush and run into a corner to hide for the next month.

It's a learning experience for her, and she probably doesn't want to be a part of it. I know I never did. I was the person who knew that "that stuff" was private, secret and even taboo to speak of. I never asked questions, pretended to know the answers and then pleaded ignorance at the best moments to keep myself out of harm and knowledge's way. I was doing a great job too in fact until my mother bought me a book. A book I will never forget that told me everything in great detail, made me blush, made me cry, made me scream on the inside, and it forced me to learn! This is the same book that has been sitting on her floor since she had her first period and will forever sit on her floor as she only moves it to shove it further out of her mind. " Are You There God? It's Me Margaret by Judy Bloom. It glares at her out of the corner of it metaphorical eye, and gleams in her direction. It's tempting for sure, but an awakening at the same time. She told me once that "it was a good book, nice story line" and I knew at once she had simply read the back cover and tossed it out of her mind in fear. "Coming of Age," three words she never wanted to hear, and will forever shiver in response to. Well until tonight. I have took the liberty of invading her space, and placing the book tactfully on her bed. Cover open. To a page that I think might give her insight to her plight.

These pages make me blush and squeam as I have finally realized that she is a teenager and will be almost fully "developed" in a year. If only I could keep her a negative for life and never let people see her true beauty. There are beasts out there who will take advantage of the flower she is becoming, and sting her. I vow to protect her. We both do, and fight as we must to let her keep her sanity and purity, her father is no longer invited to her tea party tomorrow. He will have to get his information on her from someone else, as her party is invite only, and he is persona non grata.