I was 10 I think. I was a the beauty shop, getting my hair pressed. I was wearing my favorite pink sweatsuit. I went to the bathroom and I saw it and my first thought was Damn!
My mom had told me all about it. I was ready. I knew it was gonna happen, but I was pissed none the less.
I don’t think I told her about it at first. But when she did find out, probably the next day, she was confused. She asked me why I didn’t tell her. I lied and said I didn’t know what it was. I don’t know why I lied.
Amazingly she didn’t call me on my bullshit. She knew she had told me about it a hundred times. She simply took me to the store and bought me some pads. And when I complained about their hugeness, she told me about having periods in 1963 and how the pads had their very on harness system and how much that sucked. I stopped complaining.
She also told me her story, about being sent home from school when she was about my age and telling my great-grandmother who lived with my mom and my Granny. My great-granny did the only thing that made sense to her, considering her period years were long gone. She got a towel and some safety pins and fashioned a diaper for my mom until my Granny got home from work.
We laughed and laughed at that and my mom reminded me how lucky I was.
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