Where Did I Come From?
12 May 2015
In the last few weeks my biggest kid had started Prepare for Puberty classes at school. We all giggled about it together, but underneath the giggles I think both of us were slightly petrified.
When I was ‘preparing for puberty’ I was handed some pamphlets, these books and a giant packet of pads. That was my ‘talk’. I was totally freaked out, felt quite alone and was frozen by total embarrassment to even approach my mum about any concerns I had.
I want things to be different for my kids. I bought the books, we all read as kids, and took them on our recent road trip. 8 hours locked in the car, with your mum, with books on getting hair in weird spots and talking about what people do when they really love each other. Surprisingly they were pretty cool with this.
We talked about stuff. We laughed. We pointed at all the naughty bits. But what was so great, was they asked questions. They weren’t scared. They were slightly embarrassed, but not so much they couldn’t ask. Phew.
I have started to read a book about how to be the best for my girls in their teen years. It scares the crap out of me that I might mess up and be the root of some problem that surfaces later in their lives.
Just like the title of the book says, “Where Did I Come From?”, we are always coming from somewhere. It doesn’t end after you’re born. I am constantly looking back at where I came from to see how it has shaped the person I am right now.
Hopefully when my kids look back at where they came from, it will be more than just a sperm wearing a top hat.Where Did I Come From? 1973