I have a now 12 year old daughter who is not biologically his, however she calls him Dad now and he always refers to her as his daughter. When she was about 10 he’d been moved in about 6 months we were settling in to things as a family. I was working and they were home hanging out and she got her first period. I had briefly had a couple small discussions enough that she knew what was happening. But was pretty unsure what to do.
So he handed her some toilet paper, told her the basic girl trick of putting it in her underwear and took her to the store. He helped her pick out some pads, detoured to the ice cream, chocolate, chips and bakery section and picked up junior Advil just in case. They settled in on the sofa he explained the basics of how to use it. Showed her a quick YouTube video. Made up a hot water bottle for her, popped her dirty clothes on to soak. And they snuggled and she talked about it and they googled answers if he didn’t have them.
I came home to them having a nap on the sofa looking like a slumber party exploded and a happy child. Probably one of the moments I’ve love him the most.
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