Major, MAJOR, family milestone reached yesterday in the FATE household.
My eldest started her periods.
Came as a surprise to no one, we were expecting it and ready. But I shocked myself by my own reaction, which was not what I was expecting.
After the immediate shock from DD, followed by excitement (which is how we've been playing periods for the last year - and exciting new chapter in life), we talked lots about the practicalities for menstrual bleeding.
But what I wasn't expecting was after the dust settled, I locked myself in the bathroom and had a little cry. Actually it was a massive blubbing cry and I've cried about six time since - always in private, I wouldn't let DD see me anything other than excited and ready to listen.
But oh my goodness - My precious, precious, precious little girl. I feel ridiculously sad at such a physical sign of her being not-so-little anymore. I am crying even as I write this (although did start my period yesterday too, so am emotional). She is my baby. My first. My precious first born. She is growing up too fast.
I am so proud of her through. Not many 10 1/2 year olds could handle as well as she has. Off she went to school today with her sanitary pads, but full of confidence that she knows what to do and will be fine. I love her SO much.