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Deodorant, Mood Swings, and Zits!?!

Oh, may the Good Lord help us, I think we are entering the pre-pubescent years! Calysta started needing deodorant under her arms about 2 weeks ago, and last weekend she had mood swings from - that other place - and YESTERDAY, she developed a not-so-subtle zit on her face! Where did my child go??? The teen years are bearing down on us!! Aaak, puberty, here we come!

After the mood swings, we promptly purchased a parenting series that we had known we wanted to try when the kids got to this level. Now, we are impatiently awaiting that package in the mail while we deal with zits! I have to buy my child/preteen a book about the changes her body is going through, and that book is going to talk about s-e-x and where babies come from! ... and believe it or not, Calysta still believes the simple answer from when she was 3: that a Mommy and Daddy pray to God for a baby, and He can give it to them!! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!?!?!?

Okay, deep breath, calm down.... If anyone has any advice on how to deal with this from a conservative standpoint, please let me know! I believe in honesty, so I will not lie to my child, but I also believe in preserving innocence whenever possible and for as long as possible.

So, I guess now we have body hair to look forward to.... *gulp*Aak!

Graying by the minute,
Angie

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  1. Hey! I Found You!

    Yikes-on the adolescent years entering your home! I just try to remember I was once there, try to put myself back in that place and describe my experience to them in the most loveing,understanding, and compassionate way as possible. I am sure every child is different in how they need information passed onto them.I can't wait to hear what the book has to offer!

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