I can’t believe I’m about to share this with you. In reality, I’m sure you’ve seen this before and that’s why you’re here to begin with, but just as a refresher:
My mom started this little blog of hers as a project for a community college class. Like a meme of a grumpy cat, it went viral. Then it spun out of control. That’s how I got the name Sparrow. That’s how you know every miserable detail of my life (or at least you think you do). That’s why I’m here today, writing to you. How would you feel if your mom posted this for the entire world? If you’d feel anything other than sheer mortification, feel free to leave your comments below.
From FEATHER MY NEST circa 7th grade:
It’s not every day your daughter turns into a woman right before your very eyes. They may slowly climb the ladder of maturity, going from frilly socks to mature footwear, from curly pigtails to flat irons. But this weekend was different.
This weekend, my daughter got her period.
I. Can’t. Even.
Seriously, I can’t continue if I want to keep my lunch down.
If you think it can’t get worse, trust me, it does. She continues on about the mother/daughter bonding experience of puberty.
Ugh, I hate that word. Puberty.
There was no bonding. There was no experience. There was my mom announcing to an entire boat of family friends (including my biggest crush) that I’d officially become a woman. There were tears. There were glares. There was no “moment.”
Is that the Mother Bird you picture? No? Well there’s plenty more where that came from.
Read on my friends…read on…
Sadie Peck aka Sparrow