dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- changes and stuff The kid has hit the early stages of puberty and she PROMISED she would never be a teenager. I feel betrayed. feh. I try to remember how it was for me when I was that age. I remember the anger I had for no good reason. I would glare at people and hide in my room reading books. When I was her age I was uprooted from all my friends and we moved to a tiny podunk town in northern Minnesota and I felt like a big shiny alien. I would say things and everyone would look at me funny. I stopped saying things to anyone for the longest time. I would just sit quietly in judgement of everyone around me. My kid? She's never quiet. She must be listened to NOW! She has something to say and you had better listen! It's exasperating and refreshing at the same time. Please don't ever let her lose her righteous anger. I told her the other day that most of the kids she knows have probably never seen their parents naked and their parents probably have never talked to them about their bodies and what is going on with them. She was in shock. She couldn't wrap her brain around that one, but I think she understands a bit more why she is so different from most of the kids she knows. I was afraid of the changes in my body when I was her age. I thought that if I pretended it wasn't happening it would all go away. The kid is overjoyed and excited about growing up and becoming a woman. This makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I don't ever want her to be me and I have to check myself all the time to make sure I'm not feeding her negative messages about how I feel about myself. I know I'm not always successful, but she seems to be getting the good part of the story. Oy...this is going to be a bumpy ride. 12:55 p.m. - February 21, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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