Several years ago, I noticed that my oldest Hobbit’s hair on her legs was darkening. I moaned to a friend that the future was coming, and I was sad, apprehensive, and excited.
My precious friend cut us each a giant piece of chocolate cake. Because every mother knows that the hard things in life are easier when they are cushioned by chocolate, wine, or coffee.
We talked about what the future would hold as our children grew and how we hoped to parent them through their teenage years.
I had imagined that I would have lovely and progressive moments with my young teenagers, but it has not exactly turned out that way. Hobbit #1 is very private. Here is the link to my first post about parenting a daughter through the beginning of puberty.
Last night, I finally had my moment. The warm and fuzzy mother-daughter moment that I had envisioned.
Hobbit #1 had asked me to teach her to shave her legs. I purchased her a brand new razor and her own girly shaving cream. Quite a difference from Dad’s old razor and the soap and water I started with as a girl.
We sat on the edge of the bathtub with our feet in the water, and began to shave our legs together. I didn’t make a big deal out of it, and she told me at the end that it was much less embarrassing than she had imagined it would be. High words of praise from that girl!
I couldn’t help myself, though. Halfway through the process, I apologized for what I was about to say, and then told her how happy I was to be sharing this with her. In her very pragmatic way, she answered, “I can’t believe you waited this long to say it.”
When we were all done, without a nick for either of us, I had to give her a hug and tell her what an awesome girl I think she is. She humored me, of course.
As a mom, my first journey through puberty is not at all what I had expected. There have not been very many warm and fuzzy moments. But it is her journey, to navigate in her own way.
I am respecting her path, and I am just along for the ride. So far, I would say she’s doing a damn fine job of making her way.