This week has been full of firsts, some more monumental than others, and it’s only Wednesday!
For about a year, my daughter who turned 12 in May, has been asking if she could shave her legs. All of grade 6 I managed to deter her as she begged to join the ranks of her smooth-legged classmates.
Every day this summer she told me how hairy her legs were.
Every day I told her no, she couldn’t start shaving, her leg hairs were blonde and fine (but yes… long).
On Monday night, the night before school began, before she entered grade 7… JUNIOR HIGH… I finally gave in.
As I presented a new razor to her, I told her it was time.
I’d help her enter the world of dark, wiry stubble, nicks and razor rash.
As I showed her how to lather the soap, how to hold the razor, how NOT to slice her leg sideways or scrape her ankle… I had a “Momma’s Proud” moment.
In all the times she asked to shave but I said no she had to wait, she could have done it in secret. She has older friends who shave and at any moment she could have had them show her how. That’s what I did when I was 12… I snuck around behind my parent’s back on many occasions, this was just the first…
I am proud of her for waiting, for respecting me by listening and obeying. There’s a lot to be said for that!!!
She is an incredible daughter and I’m proud to be her momma.