I have a 6-year-old son and an 8-year-old daughter and there has never been a dull moment in my parenting journey thus far. The most recent surprise? Navigating my daughter’s, um, self-exploration. To be clear, it recently came to my attention that my daughter has been getting to know her genitals. This alone was not particularly shocking, since both my kids have been experimenting with things that tickle their nether regions on occasion since they were toddlers. It was uncomfortable for me then, too, but I was told that the behavior was perfectly normal and my only job was to make sure they understood not to do it at the supermarket. Mission accomplished.
However, things got a little weird recently when my 8-year-old called me into the bathroom with a note of panic in her voice. Upon entering, I learned that she was having a stinging sensation when she peed and her vagina looked irritated. She also directed my attention to a small bruise on her pelvic bone. I told her to rinse her vagina with fresh water while I stood by and tried to ascertain the cause of the soreness.
First question: “What’s with the bruise—did you bang yourself down there again on the arm of the couch when you were doing gymnastics?” (Living room gymnastics—the bane of my existence—is a frequent occurrence, and our sofa, which features a not so forgiving arm, is a favorite prop.)
Reply: “No, not that I can remember.”