*** The full article is over at 3 Therapists Walk Into a Blog, an authentic online space for women started by a friend. I need to preface this vulnerable piece about my mom, daughter, and me by saying I absolutely adore my mom and find this whole narrative far more funny than painful. The end result has been marvelous and I wouldn't have it any other way! *******************************
In this Mediterranean climate, the air is still warm. The open-shuttered windows let in a refreshing rustle through the newly turned leaves. Though my kids donned costumes and gathered sugar late into last night, my husband and I are half way around the world celebrating 20 years of marriage. The Italian guests congratulated us with “bravo!” this morning at breakfast. Indeed, we know it is something worthy of no small bravo.
IT IS A MONUMENTAL PASSING.
But this week while we traipsed around medieval hill towns, I missed my oldest daughter’s monumental passage. She sent me a brief, “It happened” on kik, the wifi messaging app we are all communicating with, and we struggled to talk around her school schedule and a 7 hour time zone. I fought back tears at the thought of being absent for such a significant week, yet at the same time, thankful for all I had already done.
I have been on a journey with my tween daughter, intentionally ushering her into womanhood through a year I call “becoming.” I have been searching for core, intrinsic attitudes of women which supersede culture and history and that far surpass the more traditional focus on periods and purity.
Of course, periods and purity are conversations worth having. But we’ve been having them for years. The only way to normalize a thing is to talk about it casually and frequently. I’ve been prepared and preparing my daughter for the onset of her period increasingly over the past months. We knew it was coming.
UNLIKE SOME 30 YEARS AGO WHEN MY OWN FIRST BEGAN.
finish the story at 3 Therapists Walk into a Blog...