Welcome to the Himalayas!

I feel like the signs have been here for a while, but I’ve chosen to ignore them.  My ten year old daughter is grumpy, so what?  Everyone gets grumpy.  And moody.  And cries for no logical reason at all. It doesn’t mean anything.  She’s probably just tired, for thirty days in a row.

But she isn’t tired.

One morning I truly looked at her and noticed she needed to start wearing a training bra.  I noticed she’d smile secretly at love scenes in movies when she thought no one was looking, before complaining loudly and falsely, “Ewww, gross!”  I noticed the girl who would parade around half dressed without a thought, now closed and locked the bathroom door ten times a day while proclaiming loudly that she needed “Privacy!”

And that’s when it struck me like a two by four across the face:  this is adolescence.  My little girl is not so little anymore.

I feel like there should be some sort of welcoming committee as we start out on this new parenting stage.  At least someone who could have clearly defined the situation for us.  Sort of like the Abominable Snowman in Monsters Inc.  only instead of shouting “Welcome to the Himalayas!” he could yell instead, “Welcome to the Adolescence!”

But there is no welcoming committee, no cheerful guide, no yellow snow cones.

Instead, my ten year old daughter yells “Don’t turn the station, I love this song!  It’s soooo tragic!” from the back seat in the car whenever Christina Perri’s Jar of Hearts comes on the radio.

And I am left to wander through this uncharted angst-ridden territory  with just the dim memories of my own adolescence to help me.

The view is much different as a parent.

(Just write.)

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5 Responses to Welcome to the Himalayas!

  1. Christy Cruz says:

    My daughter and I celebrated…OK, I celebrated….each stage with her, not sure how into the celebration she was, by making each outing for something new into an initiation into the “Women’s Club.” Took her to buy her first bras, went to get an ice cream. For her first real bra, lunch at a favorite coffee house. For the most momentous of occasions (wink, wink) last summer, a full day of fun girlie things while we talked about what had been happening and clearing up any mis-information from her friends.
    It’s a magical time! (if you can get thru the mood swings, that is)

    • I’m working really hard at making these changes feel exciting for her. And hopefully if we can keep talking about all these things then our communication won’t suffer during the teenage years. When she officially “becomes a woman,” ahem, I am totally going to go do something fun- just the two of us.

  2. Christy Cruz says:

    My daughter is quite the tomboy and NONE of these changes has been exciting or welcome. Good luck, and remember, our moms let us live thru it, so we should let our daughters live thru it….sigh……

  3. I highly recommend keeping a bottle of vitamin B Complex handy. It would be easiest for both of you to take as part of your daily routine, but if you’re like my daughter and I, its hard to remember to take them. Specifically vit B6 helps calm the nervous system, especially during times of PMS and emotional roller coasters. We begged our college roommates to take it when they were at each other’s throats, all PMSing at the Sam time. Yikes!

    It really works. Just this week Sara asked me how you keep from biting your husband’s head off once married, as she was seriously ornery with her boyfriend. She took said vitamin and she was back to her normal self. If the situation is extreme, take one in the morning and one at night.

    There ya go. There’s my very best advice on dealing with hormonal daughters! My next best advice is keep listening so she’ll tell you everything through the years. Sometimes I have to pry it out of my daughter, but she knows I am always there for her.

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