I couldn’t believe when Emma told me that there are things called Period Parties. So I Googled it, and yes- there are Period Parties.
I guess they’re called Menarche Parties. Menarche is the first period of a girl according to ancient Greece- or Wikipedia, whatever.
First there were potty parties for potty training, now there’s period parties. Oy vey. Why not? The Jewish throw parties for the foreskin and women throw parties for their boob jobs too. You can throw a party for anything really, and lately parents have been doing just this. (But let’s not okay?)
I’m not the only one to blog about this, I know. But my readers are a little bit like me, and if you’ve been living under a rock, you’re going to want to know what to do for your daughter that crosses that threshold to womanhood.
Here’s my advice- don’t waste your money on Tampon Basketball as a game if you’re going to throw one of these parties. This was a game suggested on one of the parenting websites for fun activities to do during a Period Party. Another item of advice they included, “probably don’t invite boys- this could be embarrassing.” Well, no shit, Sherlock.
Back to Tampon Basketball- I’m sorry, but Tampax doesn’t come cheap and providing several boxes for half a dozen 12 and 13 year olds to toss in a can or bucket and see who gets the most in, isn’t my idea of how I want to spend my money.
I won’t be ordering a red velvet cake either with frosting inscribed to read, ‘Happy Menarche Emma” (Menarche- pronounced like Malarkey)
Hmm, what else? I won’t be sending out invitations to her intimate group of girl friends. Honestly, they are nice girls, but how am I going to be guaranteed that they won’t laugh in my daughter’s face when Emma hands them the red embossed envelope that reads, “From Girlhood, to Womanhood, Come to My Period Party.”
We won’t spend the afternoon making crafts with red paint and sequins, or drinking raspberry leaf tea with fancy tampon tea bags. Edward Cullen anyone?
If people want to throw these crimson tide parties for their daughter- yay. Good for you. If your daughter WANTS this.
Mine however, does not. She doesn’t want to macrame tampon strings. She won’t play pin the ovaries on the fallopian tubes.
What I will be doing for her instead-
- Bringing her some ibuprofen
- Heating up the rice pack in the microwave
- Buying her favorite Ben & Jerry’s
- Letting her watch countless episodes of Glee or Castle
- Making sure she has plenty of black leggings and dark jeans to wear (this is probably the most important lesson of all!)
- Having a proper supply of the appropriate hygiene items
- A bottle of wine for myself
What you should be doing for your daughter with or without a Menarche party-
Letting her feel comfortable to come to you with any question regarding her privates.
Help her to feel that menses, despite it being a bitch (I’m sorry, I refuse to celebrate what a fucking pain it is), it’s something all of us females have to go through and there’s no shame in it.
It’s a mother fucker, but it’s part of life and there’s no shame, no shame at all.
Happy period sweetie.