Right of Passage

(This pic was taken today in front of Daddys pretty flowers...we are giggling because she is trying to stand on her tipie toes to look as tall as me...so I stood on my tip toes to get her back...pathetic how it only gained me an inch.)

So last week I had a new experience...that doesn't happen much around here in my "Groundhog Day" like life.
I was invited to attend a class with my eldest daughter on Tuesday. This was something I was looking forward to with her. So as it always goes...she got sick and had to stay home from school...with the swine flu just rearing its piggy head around these sticks...we couldn't take any chances.

But as the morning went on...I determined it was the asthma monster rearing its ugly head. So I medicated her all up...which usually gives her a nice jittery feeling and announced that we were still going to the class.
The excited jittery feeling was lost as I announced those words...she immediately went back to a sullen state. She has become a good faker...when she needs to.
I called my trusty neighbor who has no young kids at home to come listen to baby snooze...so daughter and I could attend our class.
Off we were to our exciting MATURATION class for all 5th grade girls. We were some of the first to arrive and we watched as 45 other nervous and excited girls entered the room. Some seemed to have no idea what to expect. Most felt comforted to have Mom sitting next to them. A few had no womanly figure to hold onto...where were those moms anyway.
The nurse began and there was several snickers as she showed a cartoon drawing of girls development...the word breast buds really got them giggling. No one was laughing at the mention of hair in the nethermost region.
We went on to watch a very informative movie about menstruation...I forgot that is what its really called....I had just taught MTV about having a period.
When it was all said and done...it was a good day. MTV and I had some one on one time...she cozied up to me in the meeting like a dog wanting his head scratched and I obliged...back scratching the whole time.
The girls reluctantly took their "goodie bags" full of deodorant and multi size mattress like pads. Not many dared to peek in, until they got home.
I asked MTV what she learned...and she said, "Nothing, I knew it all already".

I patted myself on the back for giving her all the appropriate information she needed for her age. Feeling all proud of myself...I then heard her say "she learned it all from the American Girl book I gave her".
WHAT!!!! I had a heart to heart with her before I gave her that dumb book....and she gave that dang book all the credit. Oh well...I guess this is the beginning of a long process of getting no credit and only blame for everything wrong in her life.
1 down and 3 to go....Heaven help me!!!!
Or maybe its hubby who needs the help...5 menstruating gals in the house someday. See how I used my new word....menstruation. From now on I will use that phrase at all times to embarrass my ever changing daughter.