I found myself initiating an uncomfortable conversation with my eldest this evening. It’s my job to do that, and clearly, no one else is going to if I don’t, but that does not make it easier.
She is 12. She is just on the cusp of puberty, and I can see in her eyes and actions a desire to remain a little girl for as long as she can. She tends to avoid (read: run screaming with eyes closed and ears firmly covered) discussions that involve development and the impending changes involved.
At any rate, I observed through the dance studio window that it is getting to be time to consider an actual bra. It’s not as if her breasts are flopping all over or anything, but things are beginning to flower.
My own hang-ups and issues aside, I think it worked pretty well to just throw the subject out there. I mentioned that it was probably time for her to consider the idea, and that when she was ready, we could do some shopping. She was not thrilled, but coped well – likely better than I will.