We’re hurtling towards double figures, though Miniminx would argue the point that since she’s a leap year day baby, she’s actually only 2 and a quarter.
That said, I look at my beautiful daughter who is now getting quite tall – she reaches my shoulder – and I’m seeing her change very quickly. She even said herself yesterday that she felt she’d grown overnight.
I’m finding myself whispering in hushed tones to my girlfriends with daughters of the same age; what’s next? Is this the onset of puberty already – are tempers just hormonal flashes…their bodies are changing, what about greasy hair, spots? And the dreaded periods. It’s all really quite scary. I remember it myself; I was gawky, geeky and gangly.
After the first day back at school Miniminx ran across the playground, big smile on her face.
‘Mummmmy – I’ve got something really funny to tell you.’
Oh good I thought – she’s having fun already at school.
‘I can’t tell you until we’ve left the playground, it’s a secret.’
We walk our bikes across the tarmac and head off home. But she beckons me over conspiratorially, motioning me to tip my head so she can whisper in my ear.
‘There’s a girl yeah? In my class…’ she starts tittering away.
Snorting with laughter.
‘SHE’S WEARING A BRA!!!!’ she continues.
And that’s it, she is laughing her head off. And doesn’t stop.
‘A bra! A bra! Ha ha ha ha ha!’
‘Oh’ I’m speechless as I’m thinking – oh my god, it’ll be you soon. My baby is growing up!
As an avid reader, I’ll buy books on anything and everything that interests me; art, fashion, cooking, Japanese ghost stories, American literature, travel, writing, psychology, dreaming, trashy novels, and a few years ago, babies. But I’m in a wilderness, there doesn’t seem to be much around for the pre-teen years.
I vividly remember, with babe in arms, chatting about ‘The Books’; the books for the first year, weaning, all those ones which we thumbed through endlessly and swapped and shared. There don’t seem to be any around for these bewildering years.
As luck would have it, yesterday, in an amazing bookshop, I found three books which look like they might be pretty good;
I’ll devour these quite happily and take out the bits I like and shelve the rest. I’ll be a Cool Calm Parent to a Confident Happy Girl – woo hoo!
I’ll let you know what I think of them too if you’re interested and wondering what these next few years might bring.