Paul had it in his mind that I would say something else was my most embarrassing moment in yesterday’s “30 Things” post. When I asked him what it was he was thinking, he told me and I immediately went, “Yep! That was far more embarrassing.” He then told me that if I didn’t share it, I wouldn’t be open and honest with my kids when they read this series someday. I also think he wonders if I will actually put this story out there. Well, challenge accepted and executed. Here it is.
I was 10, almost 11 years old, walking with my parents through a gun show in Wyoming. Think big, burly, flannel-wearing men. The kind of men that you would think would be at a gun show, minus the gangsters or wannabes that know nothing about hunting. The kind of men that you can’t label “guys” because they are men, not just mere guys. Coal miners, lumber jacks, cowboys and the like. I don’t want there to be any confusion as to why this is so embarrassing.
Having not a care in the world, I went to the bathroom. I froze in confusion and called my mom into the stall. Then and there, she told me that I had started something called “my period” and since we were obviously not prepared, she told me to fold some toilet paper up and put it in my panties until we could get to the store. I did that.
Then we proceeded to walk around the gun show, my sister & I walking behind my parents, watching my mom cling to my dad’s arm, squeal, giggle and loudly tell my dad over and over, “My little girl is becoming a woman!” as these gun-show-men are passing us. I received some of the weirdest looks I’ve ever received. Some looks were of the creepy “Ah, so you’ve reached puberty” kind and others were the “I can’t believe I just heard that” sort, and still others were the “So she’s talking about you“ variety. I was mortified. Not only did I not know what was happening to me and why this nasty sludge was on my underwear, but now I had “a reputation” at a freaking gun show of all places, being “THAT girl who’s becoming a woman!” I know in reality probably no one remembers me or the scenario but I certainly remember. I will never parade adolescent changes in my kids in public, just for the record!