It wasn't very long after our first "lose your innocence" conversation. that Jordan and I had the next one. She was eleven and was starting to develop. She began to wear camis under her shirts, and swim shirts over her bathing suit. Naturally, because her body was changing, she was becoming a little self conscious.
So we had our talk. We went over the anatomy of both women and men. Without going into too much detail, there were certain physical specifics that surprised her. The whole conversation was so cute. I showed her a tampon, explaining how it worked, and she told me that she doesn't want to “bleed”. (I hear ya.) I reassured her that it wasn't so bad, because sometimes being completely honest... it's just not necessary. I shared with her that if women didn't have this amazing ability, we couldn't have children. Of course, this was the perfect opportunity to gush about how much better my life was because I was a mom to three unbelievably wonderful children. We ended the conversation with her sharing her worries about not being able to wear white pants during that time of the month.
Again, I hear ya.
She asked me if it hurt to shave. We even talked about boys and what happens to them when they get excited, and how rough that must be. She mentioned the two boys in her class she thought were funny, and I realized that she spoke and giggled about them often.
Towards the end of this conversation, she said “she didn't want to grow up and be an adult.” She wanted to “stay a kid”. I reassured her that an eleven year old is certainly still a kid, and she had plenty of time before becoming an adult. I let her know how excited I was for her, because she was slowly changing and growing into such a special young girl. I concluded, with how I couldn't believe that my baby girl was starting to get “boobies”. She laughed, but wouldn't let that comment go without the typical, pre-teen, attitude-filled "Mommmmm".