Many parents are throwing menarche celebrations for their daughters.
"This year was an embarrassment to everyone associated with it."
"What I wouldn't give for a moment of peace and calm." This was the thought I had a few days ago on a particularly hectic day running errands, running my business, and parenting my four-and-a-half month old.
Like the good little Catholic girl that I was, I said my prayers every night. And I prayed to God, begging and pleading with everything I had to bargain, to get my period and be just like the other girls.
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How many teens actually die of embarrassment anyway? And you can't count the time I went to pick up the pizza in my pajama bottoms and his dad's winter boots. When you're 16 years old, the answer is every day, and every time, your mother is near you, living and breathing.
I promise not to flop onto her bed when her friends are over, fan out a bunch of Tiger Beat magazines and ask, "So who do you guys think is cuter? Zack from Saved by the Bell, or Ricky from Silver Spoons?"*
Worst-School-Pick-Up Dad... Matchmaker Mom... Fashion Forward Dad... One-Man-Makeout Dad... My mom is so embarrassing. She
Is it too late to get your deposits back? Don't marry the wrong person. Throw a party instead, host a reunion, feed the hungry. Celebrate the awesome achievement of choosing happiness over fear! Let others manage their own reactions, and if they want to judge you, let 'em.
The people who have had hostile reactions to my diet -- despite my best attempts to stay under their radar -- are either overeaters or heavy drinkers, or both. Once they fire a shot, I back away. Call me crazy. And while you're at it, color me healthy. And very happy.