Unfounded fear

I knew it would happen eventually. It’s inevitable. It’s a fact of life.

I am talking about my daughter having her ‘visitor.’

No, I am not talking about suitors. Those I can deal with, I have a nine-inch blade sharpened regularly for those eventualities, and I intend to hang the blade in clear view in the Sala if there are those types of visitors in the house.

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I am talking about the monthly regular ‘visitor.’ You know, the one where there is blood flowing out of the female body, from ‘you know where.’ The one they called…. can I write menstruation here?

Okay, so that’s it. The regular monthly period. It’s inevitable, right? It will happen.

So what’s the big deal?

Just in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a father and men don’t do these stuff. And without a mother to tell her about ‘periods,’ how can my baby know what to do in the case of its eventualities.

Of course, I have an idea of how it’s done, where to put those ‘napkins’ etc. I’m not that ignorant. But you know there’s more to that than just sanitary napkins, right? I’m talking the pain that sometimes go with the ‘flow’ (no pun intended) and other changes involved with the sudden ‘rush’ of puberty.

Do I sound like I’m panicking? Of course, I’m not. Why should I?

It’s just that I have seen in movies and television wherein most fathers were caught off-guarded with their daughters having the unexpected visitor at such a wrong timing. And you know how it is in the movies, everything is magnified.

So, no. I am not really panicking. I’m sure everything will be okay. I will know what to do, or what to tell my daughter, just in case. For starters, we already bought a pack those things, because we know it would be anytime soon.

One day, I saw my daughter disposing what looked like one-of-those-things, I didn’t really examined it, but I’m sure it was what I thought it was, and I was surprised even to see how she disposed of it very well – neatly tucked in its pouch.

So I looked at her and asked, “You already have ‘it?’ When? What did you do? Who taught you?” were my series of questions with much concern in my tone.

Her voice was calm and composed when she told me that some of her classmates had theirs earlier and taught her what to do. And quickly proceeded to her room.

And I, I was left feeling relieved, and to think that for the last few days I was worried sick for the said occurrence. Now my only concern is to make sure that there is available supply of ‘those stuff’ in the house every time.

And no, I am not ashamed to buy them for my daughter.