This past spring, my son’s school hosted a puberty seminar. He came home with a booklet, a video to watch, and a whole lot of information about how puberty was about to shake up his world. I found myself sitting in a dim auditorium, flanked by other parents and their bewildered tweens, and suddenly, I was overwhelmed by my own memories of puberty.
What a delightful way to spend a Tuesday night, right?
Remember those middle school sex ed classes? The boys snickered, launched spitballs, and doodled hilariously inaccurate representations of anatomy to hide their embarrassment, while we girls giggled and sketched hearts with the initials of our crushes. Nothing screamed romance quite like cartoon anatomy projected larger than life!
However, the film was nothing like we anticipated. There was no nudity—well, nothing close to actual human anatomy—just cheerful, cartoonish blobs. The rumors we had heard from our older siblings about “what goes where” remained unconfirmed. Instead, we watched footage of girls frolicking in meadows and boys shooting hoops (definitely no stereotypes here) while a monotonous narrator droned on about “your marvelous, changing body.” Super comfortable, right?
The films and materials we had back in the ’80s either glossed over, exaggerated, or flat-out misrepresented puberty and sex. With medical jargon and awkward animations, they lulled us into a false sense of simplicity. I mean, who could forget the half-clothed cartoon sperm and egg, jarringly dressed in wedding attire, colliding to create a massive baby? After that, a candid chat with our parents about sex suddenly seemed way more appealing.
And then came the question-and-answer session, where we awkwardly laughed and didn’t ask a single question. But fear not! Our teacher would collect questions on tiny slips of paper, which we folded meticulously before tossing them into a bucket. The tension in that room was palpable as the teacher unfurled the questions, one by one.
“Can I bleed to death when I get my period?” We burst into laughter, even though deep down, we weren’t sure that wasn’t a real possibility. We had heard tales from our older sisters about a girl who supposedly bled to death years ago.
Once we covered the basics of puberty, our brave teacher would dive into the topic of sex. We’d sit in rapt attention, trying to absorb every detail while pretending to be completely uninterested. Sometimes, there would be a video featuring awkward cartoons of people who vaguely resembled our parents, engaging in what looked like a challenging physical feat. “Can you say penis? Can you say vagina?” the teacher would urge, as if mastering the anatomical vocabulary was crucial.
When it was time to talk about menstruation, we girls were likened to caterpillars transforming into butterflies—getting our period was supposedly our grand metamorphosis. But we already knew, thanks to tampon commercials, that becoming a woman would be a sudden and remarkable event.
As friends turned into beautiful bleeding butterflies, each claimed to feel “different,” more mature, and promised that one day we too would understand. All us caterpillars could do was hope we’d be next.
Little did we know that along with Aunt Flo’s monthly visits, our bodies would also sprout hair in unusual places. This was typically illustrated in one of the films, using an animated girl who checked herself in the mirror, only to discover some random pubic hairs. Wait, hair under our arms? Did that only happen to boys?
But hey, all that extra hair would totally be worth it… for breasts! Yet, when they finally came in, they were nothing more than tiny, swollen lumps. Disappointment doesn’t even begin to describe it. Still, we bought bras with little bows in the middle—nothing could deter us!
Ah, puberty. What a beautiful, momentous, and perplexing time. Now, as an adult having these flashbacks alongside my mortified son while his school enlightens us about the changes he’s about to experience, I can’t help but smile at the irony of life coming full circle.
Things aren’t so awkward anymore. I can say “penis” and “vagina” without a second thought. We survived, and so will our kids!
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Summary:
The article humorously reflects on the awkwardness of puberty through the lens of a mother experiencing flashbacks while attending a puberty seminar with her son. It captures the confusion, embarrassment, and eventual acceptance that accompanies this transformative stage of life, while also sharing insights about home insemination resources.