The other day my three year old granddaughter called me up on Face time to say goodnight. Her little face shone in the dark like she was holding a flashlight and made me feel as if I was at camp under the blankets telling tales. Her eyes sparkled as we talked about her favourite nighties, what I was doing, where I was sitting, and where my cat was. Laying beside her in the dark, grinning, my daughter. The sisterhood.
“I can’t touch my Momma’s face, Jamma, because it’s itchy and there is blood.”
“Oh no”, I said trying not to sound alarmed.
“Why is there blood?” I asked. I knew my daughter was suffering from a flare up of her Rosacea and her face was itchy and burning, but I hoped it wasn’t bleeding.
Mommy replied “We went to the bathroom together and I have my period. Vivi noticed I was bleeding and wanted to know if I was OK”.
Vivi chimed in immediately, as if she knew exactly what that was, and declared, “yes Mamma has her period”. She was not at all concerned about this blood once she understood her Mom was fine. I would have loved to hear that conversation.
