Oh (((((Chey)))))!

I'm not a mom...but my heart still aches for you...and all the Pixies who have shared the same feelings as yours!

I'll NEVER forget the day I got my period for the first time. I was elated, in a sense, to know what some had told me was the first day of the "best" of my life. I was sad, in a sense, to not be able to turn back the clock and just be a little girl for a moment longer. I was scared because I had no idea of all that would be expected from me from month to month. I was proud to finally be able to call myself a woman...even though, in my head, I had felt so mature eons before the chemical change. And...I cried and sat on my mother's lap cause I didn't really feel very good that day and I had hoped it was because my body needed to get used to the changes it had undertaken. To my chagrin...the shitty feeling of that day hasn't lessened from month to month...but gotten more unbearable as the years go by. Please don't mention that part to your daughter now...cause she may be one of the lucky ones who escape the wrath of Mother Nature!

I think what I am trying to say is...

Even though my mom has been gone for 22 years, I still think of her, and still call her (when with my sisters) Mommy. I'll always be her "most down to earth" daughter...and she'll ALWAYS be...in my heart and soul...My Mommy!

Don't fret sweety! Yes...they grow up. But, as they grow, so do the wonderful memories...for you and for them!

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Minds are like parachutes. They only work when they are open.

~Thomas Dewar~