Growing Up Is Hard...

On Mom.
You might have heard/felt my inward gasp last night.
Around 9:00 or so.

Brookie plays soccer.
Wears a lot of long socks.
Legs not visible a lot.
Except at school.
Everyday.
Forgot about that.
Any idea where this is going?By the way.
Her team won the soccer tourney in KC.Back on topic.
Long socks.
Legs.
Growing up.
Hair.
I've probably said enough.Last night after her shower.
Passing each other in the basement.
Outside of her room.

Brookie:
I used your razor in the shower.
Me (stopping in my tracks):
On your legs? (duh)

I just couldn't help it.
It completely took me by surprise.
We haven't even discussed shaving.

True.
She's had more hair on her legs than me.
Since she was 5.
Really.
I just don't have much.
I go for days.
Sometimes weeks (in the winter).
Without shaving.
Some All of you didn't want to know that.

Brookie:
Yes.
Me:
Ok. I guess I need to buy you some razors, huh?
Brookie:
Yes.
Me:
Okaaaaaay.
Brookie:
No, no, no. You don't have to.
Me:
Yes, yes, yes. I will.

Somewhere in the middle of all that,
I felt her legs.
They were really smooth.

I went upstairs.
Told Ryan.
His response:
WHAT?

I really was much calmer than him.
(At the time)
Told him it was ok.
She's right.
It probably was time.

Today.
I've had time to think about it.
Just another step.
That scares me.
I'd rather she stay little.
Sometimes.
But I also love the young lady she is becoming.
And the talks we have.

My girl.She's a beauty.
With smooth legs.