Last time it happened was before Witchling was conceived, and while Witchlette saw it, because I’ve had an audience since her arrival, she was not quite 18 months old the last time she was exposed to the concept and, rightfully so, had no memory of it.
Her look of disgust and concern rolled into one.
It’s blood. It’s not a boo-boo, I’m not hurt. This happens to grown ladies. My body is telling me there isn’t a baby growing inside.
The next day she caught it again.
What’s that now?
It’s the same blood. It happens for a few days. But it still doesn’t hurt and it still just means that I don’t have a baby growing.
A few minutes later, after she went potty, she assured me there was no blood in hers, because she isn’t a grown lady, but there’s also no baby growing because she wants to play with her brother.
She then asked me about my Lunapads. I explained that they go on my undies to catch the blood so it doesn’t ruin my clothes. And that they go in the laundry just like diapers. I showed her my two patterns, teal with stars and black with bicycles, and the pattern for the set I ordered, red with foxes.
Menstruation is not something taboo to be embarrassed about. And she now knows this from a young age. It’s a natural process. She also is growing up with the concept of not using disposable products. Diapers and pads. Because children become what they see and what they are exposed to. And she would like yellow when she’s a grown lady.