"The time has come," my Annika said.
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes and clothes and puberty."
Oh the horror that this brings.
"And why babies are born this way
And whether it may sting."
"But wait a bit!" the mommy cried.
"Before we have our chat."
I'm not prepared, because you are 9
Let me wrap my head around that.
"No hurry" said my Annika.
And so we talked and sat.
Annika is 11 now, it took me forever to post this because I forgot I wrote it. But every time I look at her now I am forced to remember.