I feel sorry for my husband more and more, I don’t think he realized when we got married that he was entering into a world of “Girl Heck”. The oldest has always been strong willed and vocal about the atrocities in her life, but the baby has always been our “Little helper”, she’s the first one to ask if you need anything, if you’re having a bad day she’s the first one to give you a hug and tell you she loves you. Slowly though we’ve started see a little tarnish on her shine, she gets a little moody now and then, and recently she’s started stomping off when someone makes fun of her or if she gets a little embarrassed. Generally I would shake it off as her being a little tired but, as I watched her stomp to her room a few weeks ago I started to do the math.
- Mood swings – check
- BO – check
- Small patches of acne – check
- More time in front of the mirror – check
It hit me suddenly that my “baby” was definitely on her way to becoming a young woman. I mentioned this to my husband, who very promptly cut me off and told me there was no way that our little girl, was anything but a little girl. I tried to explain to him, that being a woman I would know the signs better than he, but that didn’t matter to him at all, as far as he was concerned it was bad enough that he had to go to the store for “womanly things” for 2 girls in the house he had no intention of adding a third for at least 5-10 years. I laughed at his math and told him she would be out of the house and almost 21 in 10 years but that didn’t faze him, she was the baby and if she knew what was good for her she’d stay the baby until he was ready for her to not be. I dropped the subject knowing there would be no changing his mind for now and didn’t think about it for a few days. But as all unfinished business must be attended to at some point, this argument was resolved sooner than my husband would have liked.
It happened after dinner on a rather benign evening while we were watching TV, the oldest had shoveled her food as fast as she could and had promptly retreated to her cave to do whatever Emo-teenagers do, with their radio’s blaring and their fingers moving faster than can be seen, texting her friends. The baby sat on the floor in front of me, half watching the show but more interested with a spot on her shirt. My husband as usual was sitting next to me, half watching the show and searching for things on the internet with his I-phone. Our of the corner of my eye I caught the child pulling her shirt tight behind her and shaking her head back and forth, then she would let loose and pull he shirt open to look down the neck, after a few times of watching her I asked what she was doing. She startled not realizing anyone was watching her, blushed, smiled sweetly said “nothing” and went back to pulling her shirt tight. As I watched her for a few more minutes it dawned on me that she had little boobs! And as far as I could remember until that moment she had never had them before, it was like she left for school flat as a washboard and came home with super bouncing balls hidden under her shirt. After my husband sent her off to the shower I confronted him with this new evidence, he stared at me silently for a few minutes and then said softly “You’re lying”. “If you don’t believe me, go look at her in the shower”. He got up quickly and sped to the bathroom, threw open the door and yanked back the curtain. I heard a small scream from the child and something mumbled from my husband. The shower curtain was closed and the bathroom door was quietly shut. Then I heard footsteps coming back to the room. My husband stood in front of me for a few seconds staring blankly at the wall behind my head. I waited patiently for him to gather his thoughts; he finally sighed and turned to walk out of the room. “Where are you going?”
“Too the garage, our daughter has boobs!”
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