3 effective ways to prepare your daughter for her period

First of all, here’s the deal. I was only in 4th grade when I started my period. FOURTH GRADE! I was a baby and didn’t know it was about to happen so soon. Since growing up with a mom and two sisters, I knew what a pad was. A pad was those weird looking things that were like pillows for your vagina. I never felt the need to ask my mom what a pad was but she informed me that they certainly weren’t pillows.

mommon' with humor!
mommon’ with humor!

My whole life we have openly talked about it and it seems like vagina was a word frequently used at the dinner table. (sorry mom. Don’t hate me for posting that)  It wasn’t a dirty little secret you were “hush-hush about. Therefore, when someone was on the rag, we ALL knew and made fun of them. “your Aunt flow is here to visit, that must be why your acting like a HUGE B***H”. I am so glad my family was open about it. I wasn’t scared or nervous at all because I knew what was going on. Due to the fact my uterus wanted a baby, I knew why it was being an angry bastard with this period crap.

The day I started my period was a bright and sunny day. I was old for my age. I already had boobs. (It was so traumatizing because kids are assholes. Hence, I would wear double sports bras and still tape my boobs down because of embarrassment during elementary school) I was wearing a purple shirt and white thin Gap shorts. For some people, their periods aren’t even noticeable when they first start. Normally, it is just a little bit when you wiped but that wasn’t my case. I literally bled through my thin white Gap shorts and had to change my clothes in the nurse’s office. SOOO EMBARRASSING! The nurse wasn’t helpful at all and was just confused as to what I, a fourth grader, was asking for. Word traveled fast and my class was saying “Chelsee’s privates are bleeding”. Immature children right? Doesn’t this sound like a horror story? I’m scarred for life. At that moment, I felt ashamed to be a girl.I instantly wished I could get a sex change. Plus, peeing standing up didn’t seem like a bad gig.

Needless to say, I finished the day at school with my head held high, my boobs taped down and my middle finger being put to good use! I hurried home to bury my head in my mom’s arms and cry.  Karen (my mom) wiped my tears and we celebrated. She took me to dinner and my sister made me a blood red cake. we ate that red fun fetti cake with pride. Happy Period Day! (now Karen says Happy Period Day for other reasons. aka Chelsee isn’t pregnant again! She’s so funny. ha)

After that traumatic experience, I vowed I would never let my daughter go through that. I promised myself, to make sure she knows what’s going to happen. The key is to be prepared. I wanted her to know everything there was about Aunt Flow, most of all, not be ashamed and to embrace this natural thing that all of us strong women get to deal it!

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What I told my Daughter:

  • Women are blessed with this monthly “gift”. We get to bleed each month from our uterus in hopes to one day carry a baby in there. I noticed her face kind of freaked out so I did what I do best and made a joke to lighten the mood. “Your uterus will bleed and create wars in your tummy because it’s angry and wants a baby in there.” She laughed and asked some awesome questions that I did my best to answer.
  • Another thing I told her is that a period is a natural thing for all women. I went through each woman in her life who she looks up to and said how they get periods also so it isn’t scary. I also explained how she will feel some mild discomfort for a little bit due to cramps. If she starts to feel that quickly go to the nurse and ask for  some Tylenol. If they hurt really bad call me. I will pick you up!
“Chocolate and periods go together. There is no better medicine than chocolate. It cures all the shit your uterus will put you through! – momminwithhumor.com” 
  •  I put together a period bag filled with a couple pads, baby wipes, an extra pair of panties and some candy. She thought is was hilarious and quickly ate the candy out of the bag. I told her to keep the bag in her backpack. Let’s just say she quickly ditched the bag out of her backpack. She’ll learn, Momma knows best!

Most of all, I couldn’t express enough on how she needs to tell me (her mom) the moment she started so we can throw a period celebration. I will keep the blood red cake tradition in my home! Every single one of my daughters will get one. It truly is a must! Embrace your womanhood!

In conclusion, educate your daughters and prepare them. Don’t be one of those moms who doesn’t explain things thoroughly to where they go somewhere else to get answers. That is never  a good thing and you will be missing out on a bonding experience. Be open and be there for your daughter!