Last week I was walking down the road with a friend of mine who’s daughter is at the same school as TBK Â we were talking about how they were getting on with them both being Â in year 7 Â when she announced and went into great details about her daughter starting her periods.
I’m not bothered that she told me, dammit I felt sorry for the girl by the sounds of it was hardly a gentle introduction into the monthly merry-go-round of PMS and stomach cramps but it did make me stop and think – I would have been mortified as an early teen if I’d have found out my Mom was walking down the street casually discussing what was going on in my pants with her friends – So what exactly compels us to share so much intimate information about our children with other parents?
As babies we’d discuss sleep patterns and the consistencyÂ and texture of poo, in mother and toddler classes it would be first words and and first steps. In nursery and then into school every milestone would be celebrated with clucking and cooing on the playground, the moreÂ competitiveÂ parents (mothers usually)Â exaggeratingÂ theirÂ children’sÂ achievements, theÂ quieterÂ ones ducking the playground politics by discreetly bowing out of my child’s better than yours conversations and now here we are,me and my parent friends in the brink of those dreaded teenage years discussing puberty, periods and mood swings.
So why do we share so much? Are we telling each other all these things to gain reassurance from each other that were doing it right? To get an opinion on things we feel were doing wrong? Are we showing off? Living vicariously through out children, bragging about there progress and achievements, Or are we pre programmed as humans to share things and as parents our children are one of the biggest things in our lives so it’s only natural that these details get shared.
Or is it at as feel some of all of the above?