30 Years - Year 11

Monday, August 17, 2009 4 Comments A+ a-

I had the hardest time with this one! For the life of me, I could not come up with a memory of my 11th year without resorting to a school memory again. Then it hit me... the perfect memory, the beginning of the awkward years.

This was the grade that the boys and girls got THE talk... you know which one I’m referring to...

THE talk involved dividing the males from the females, getting a short video about the changes that are to be expected, the requisite question and answer period, and then we were all brought together to watch the same videos. TOGETHER. At the end of this horrible day, all the girls were given feminine products and the boys were given sticks of deodorant. There were the typical giggles from the girls and the groans from the boys. So awkward!

Anyway, my mom refused to let me hear about these changes from the school first, and so we set out for a date, just the two of us. We headed to the same park where I sat on the concrete steps and accepted Jesus into my heart. (Yes, that park means a lot to me.) My mom was prepared, she had books and encyclopedias, and I had NO clue where this conversation was headed.

Imagine my surprise (and horror) when Mom pulled no punches, even sharing pictures (of anatomy, folks, nothing else) with me. Mom went on to explain the changes in both males and females, God’s design for marriage, and oh, there was more, but I’m pretty sure my ears were burning by this time and wasn’t paying much attention. Trust me, I had a new vision of my parents that I did NOT want to have. I had been blissfully unaware such things happened between a husband and wife, and wished I could have turned back time about two hours.

I’m giggling right now; this memory has brought back every awkward and horrified feeling during that time.

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I’m a coffee drinking, book reading, laundry procrastinating, husband and children loving, mess of a woman who believes that chips and salsa can fix anything. We have chickens running around the backyard, a mountain of dishes in the sink, and on any given morning, I have at least 10 school forms that need my signature or initials. It’s a crazy life {I prefer to call it controlled chaos}, but its ours.

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Courtney
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5:55 AM delete

Ah mom, gotta love the girl talk.

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CPT Mom
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10:52 AM delete

Awesome!

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Christine
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7:55 PM delete

Yeah, Mom definitely shared more with me than I wanted to hear too.

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Anonymous
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8:22 PM delete

I agree with chris, mom was a little too graphic!
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