Well, my brain certainly flipped to panic mode when I found this beside my daughter’s kinder bag recently!!
I know it’s a great time to start opening the dialogue about women and our incredible bodies, but, “Lord have Mercy,” screamed my brain. “5! She is only 5!!!” And perhaps more importantly, “Where did she find it?”
Mind you, it did cast my mind back to the time at school when my tampon fell out of my school uniform down the school corridor. Before I had the chance to discretely reclaim it, the boys started kicking it around and I COULD NOT own up. Oh the embarrassment and panic.
**Note to self that this is something I might need to chat to my own son about.
But back to my teeny tiny baby. It was simply not the day to begin ‘the talk’. Not even remotely close to the day. So as I stood terrified, jaw hitting the floor, staring at the sanitary item on my kitchen floor, in skipped the Diva, full of joy and squiggly giggles.
“Oh there it is!!!” she squealed.
“Oh honey…” I spluttered, springing back to life about to scoop it up to go immediately in the bin.
“TOMMY!” she rejoiced, like she was being reunited with a long lost friend.
“Huh????”
Yep.
Meet Tommy; the little craft person she had made at Kinder.
Have mercy.
