GB sat me down for a heart to heart talk over the weekend.
GB: Mom, you know I am growing up, right?
Me: I know that. You can do a lot of things now that you couldn’t do before.
GB: That’s not what I mean. I mean my body is growing up.
GB: I am getting hair down there. (pointing)
Me: That’s called pubic hair.
GB: I have hair in my armpits now. I have real breasts growing.
Me: You are growing up.
GB: I NEED real bras.
So GB and I went “real” bra shopping. We went to Penney’s and had her measured and fitted. She was a 32A. I remember getting my first bra at thirteen and it was a 32AAA. GB is not nine yet. We bought 7 bras- some white, some tan and three with bright patterns.
On the way home, GB and I discussed the etiquette of wearing a bra, mostly along the lines of if you are old enough to need to wear one, you are old enough not to tell or show people. As we had this conversation, I was wondering how many times I would have to repeat it. This is a child who won’t let anyone walk in on her getting dressed, but thinks nothing of walking nude around the house, looking for a particular item of clothing. She still thinks bathroom humor is hysterical. Developmentally, she is somewhere around 5, heading for 6.
I am not ready for puberty yet.