disclaimer: MEN, this blog may make you feel uncomfortable.
i will never forget the time Brean Mills started her period in the 8th grade. LJ, KitKat and i were in LJ's mom's white jeep, at the stoplight by the 7-11. we told LJ's mother the "big news" and she bursted into tears. we were all concerned, "what's wrong Leanne?" "you girls are just growing up so fast! you're becoming women." we giggled in the backseat, oblivious to how that moment would remain with all of us--including Brean--forever. (Brean is also currently pregnant, and when Leanne saw her at my wedding shower, she almost cried again! LJ said, "Brean's always the first, i guess").
we were all well rehearsed on the ways of "becoming a woman." we would get cramps, have to deal with the horrors of night pads, find the brand of tampon that would become our favorite, headaches, fatigue, backaches, PMS, etc.
it was nothing to look forward to. however, i was a late bloomer, so when Aunt Flow finally came to my toilet, i was delighted. "YES!" i screamed, "i'm a woman!" and ran around the house doing a victory dance. of course now i now how horrid periods are. (i know i know mom, without them we wouldn't be able to experience "the gift of life" aka babies)
well, my period got the best of me last week, and i totally became Leanne. Sam called me and told me about her new boyfriend, and i started weeping. real weeping. tears rolling down my cheeks. i was so happy for her. i even had to get a tissue. i felt like such an idiot.
am i getting old?