The Conversation I Didn’t Anticipate

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It was one of those rare nights where everything went smoothly, which is a true feat when you have three daughters. Dinner was a breeze—no arguments over the food I prepared, no battles over who got to share their day first, and no prolonged bedtime antics that usually leave me exasperated. I felt a mix of satisfaction and a hint of pride, thinking to myself, “I’ve got this.”

Once Finley and Avery were tucked in, already drifting off to sleep before I even left their room, I turned my attention to Sadie. She was waiting patiently in her room, so I snuggled under the covers with her and we shared some gentle moments before she hit me with the big question. This wasn’t the usual casual curiosity; she was serious.

“How does it happen? Who does what? How does it feel?”

The questions poured out so rapidly that I barely had time to register my initial shock. There was a brief moment of realization—“We’re really doing this.” The back-and-forth lasted about fifteen minutes until she suddenly switched gears. “I think I found my library book!”

I kissed her goodnight and gently stroked her forehead as I left the room, still in a daze. It’s interesting how you can watch sitcoms or hear tales from others and think you’ll have more time or be better prepared. As I descended the stairs, I felt a mix of relief and jittery excitement. When I told my partner, Jack, about the conversation, I joked that it was his turn with the next daughter. He laughed and replied, “Oh no, we had daughters, so this is your deal.” While he was joking, I had a feeling they’d come to me for answers anyway.

Last night, I had another chat with Sadie. This time, I felt a bit more prepared, so instead of waiting for her questions, I took the lead. Her eyes widened at times.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She blushed but smiled and nodded.

“I know this feels awkward, right? I’m a bit nervous too, but it’s important we talk about this,” I reassured her. She nodded again, pulling her blankets up to her chin, her sparkling blue eyes peeking out.

“Here’s the thing: you need to talk to me about anything if it’s—”

She sat up, gesturing broadly, “If it’s about my whole self,” she said, flailing her arms humorously. I couldn’t help but chuckle as she exaggerated, cocking her head to the side and pretending to have a French accent, “All of this is what I need to tell you, no? Is that right, ha-ha?”

We both burst into laughter before settling down.

“Well, not exactly. You don’t have to share every detail about your body. Just anything that’s important for your health and safety, okay?” She looked serious and nodded.

“You’ve got a lot happening, just like all kids do. I remember in third grade, I would check under my armpits every bath, wondering, ‘Is it there? Do I have hair yet?’” I mimicked checking under my arm, and she leaned forward, grinning.

“And?” she asked, intrigued.

“And I kept checking until one day I just stopped. I can’t even remember when it happened. Can you believe that? All that anticipation, and then I missed it! The truth is, you might feel excited about some things and anxious about others, but your body just keeps changing. What matters most is that you feel comfortable talking to me about everything.”

I maintained eye contact until she met my gaze and nodded.

“I’m going to be nervous too,” I admitted, feeling the sting of tears in my eyes. “We’ll navigate the awkward parts together, but I promise I’ll answer any questions you have. And remember, you don’t have to share anything you’re not comfortable with. If there’s something that makes you shy or you hear kids talking about things you don’t want to, you can—”

“Lie?” she interrupted.

I leaned in, “You can keep things to yourself. It’s not lying, okay? You can have your own secrets about yourself or your body. Just promise to be honest with me if something doesn’t feel right. Deal?”

“Yeah, I get it. I promise.” She seemed thoughtful, cheeks still rosy, but her eyes were bright. “Thanks, Mom, for everything. For you, for me, for this moment, thank you.” She wiggled a bit, still a little nervous.

My voice quivered with emotion, “I’m so proud of you, Sadie.” I leaned in for a hug, and she squeezed me back.

“I love you too, Mom. So very much.”

I left the room, fighting back tears. The connection we just shared felt significant—initially timid, but ultimately strong. As I made my way downstairs, I replayed our conversation in my mind, reflecting on the words exchanged. I felt a profound mix of uncertainty and readiness, knowing I was stepping into uncharted territory but feeling eager for the journey ahead.

Scrolling through our family photos, I reminisced about her quirky childhood moments, like when she would translate her little sister’s babbling for me. The memories flooded back, and I wept, overwhelmed by how far she’s come—from simply walking to the bus stop alone to singing in front of thousands. My first daughter, the one who made me a mother, is growing up. The saying that years fly by is annoyingly true. Yet, at this precipice of adolescence, I can still feel echoes of her babyhood and my own early motherhood. It won’t always be this way, but for now, I feel a sense of peace.

“You did well, Emma. You’ve done right by her,” I told myself, finally believing it.

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Summary

This article recounts a heartfelt conversation between a mother and her daughter about body awareness and health as the child approaches puberty. It explores the blend of emotions that come with such discussions, the importance of open communication, and the bittersweet realization of a child growing up.


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