The Birds and the Bees

I remember the day like it was yesterday.  It was a Saturday afternoon in April and it was snowing.  I was screaming, the pain was almost unbearable, but the result was the most precious thing I had ever held.  My beautiful daughter was born!  I held her and couldn't stop looking at her.  She was amazing, all I wanted to do was protect, love and take care of her. She was my little baby, but now she is growing up. She is now becoming a young women.  Her body is changing and it is time to start talking to her about these changes and the "birds and the bees".  I never thought it would be so hard to talk to my own daughter about sex but it is horrible!  I am so uncomfortable and I have a hard time explaining it all.  Lucky most of it has been explained already in school.  But when she came home from school and told me how the talk went she asked me a few questions I wasn't prepared to answer!  Like she said "Tell me it is'nt true that you and dad did it?"  I was like," I would like to forget it too, but it is true. We did it!"  Her response "YUCK!"

It is so hard, my parents never told me how beautiful yet so painful it is to watch your children grow up.  At first you can't wait for them to sit up, walk and talk and then once those milestones are met and they start school you just want time to slow down. You wish that you could some how relive those special moments when they were still small.  It is hard to comprehend that now I am talking to my daughter about sex, periods, and growing up.  It feels like just yesterday that I was changing diapers, buying toys and reading "Rainbow Fish."

Steph