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Mom's Special Angel
By P. A Zimmerman
Wednesday, May 12, 2010

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A mom, a daughter, and that special time in their lives when they come to a road that leads them to the same destiny.

    MOM'S SPECIAL ANGEL
by
P.A. Zimmerman


On the day after Labor Day, Gracie awoke to a tune from High School Musical 3, reached over to adjust the volume and instantly she knew. She jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom and sure enough there it was…..a bright red stain.
“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it. We just saw the film in June.…..oh my gosh!
She looked in the mirror which was positioned over the antique vanity sink to see if there were any noticeable changes in her appearance. Much to her dismay what she found staring back was a big, fat, ugly, red pimple; right in the middle of her chin.
“As if getting my first period isn’t enough; now this. It’s so not fair,” she announced to her reflection as she burst into tears. She remained in front of the mirror watching her facial muscles contort and cried until she was spent. Drying her eyes on the sleeve of the robe hanging from the hook on the bathroom door she sat down on the commode and declared, “Not only am I starting a new school today with my period, I now have a zit on my face the size of a cherry pit.”

“MOM, CAN YOU COME UP HERE RIGHT AWAY?”

“Gracie what’s wrong?” mom queried, out of breath from running up the stairs.
“Why are you sitting on the toilet seat still in your pajamas when the bus will be here in twenty minutes and you haven’t even eaten breakfast yet?”

Without answering, Gracie raised her head to face her mom and stood up. Having grown two inches over the summer she now reached her mother’s height of five feet five and one half inches which put them eye to eye. One glance and mom knew immediately what had upset her daughter.
“Oh Gracie, it is just a pimple! You
scared me half to death." But something she saw in her daughter’s eyes, told her it was more than a pimple that had her so unraveled.
A little stunned, but not missing a beat, she collected her thoughts; the moods, the tears at the drop of a hat, spending more time alone in her room…. and now the pimple. It all made sense. Oh my! My baby girl has her period!
Then taking a second to catch her breath she gave her only daughter a kiss on the tip of her nose.
“You got it, you got your period! It’s all right honey, it’s perfectly normal to feel overwhelmed.”
And Gracie’s tears rolled once more.
“We discussed the movie shown at school and we agreed you had the signs. You do know what to expect don’t you? Do you remember?”
Nodding her head affirmatively Gracie looked again in the mirror and answered as if to convince herself, “I know all that Mom, but…today? Did it have to start today? Why not Friday? I would at least have the whole week-end to get used to having it.”
“I know sweetie, it may be poor timing but we can’t change what is, so we pick ourselves up and move on. You are the first of your friends to get it. Stand proud! Be a trooper for them!"
Smiling when she saw the light go on in Gracie’s head she asked… knowing full well what her daughter's
reaction would be.
“Would you like to stay home from school?”
“MOM! Are you kidding, stay home on the first day of school? You know I would never miss this day?” Then in the same breath, “Am I really going to have it for thirty nine more years? Mom patted her daughter’s arm before handing her the neatly wrapped packet
from the package in the vanity and replied,
“Give or take a few…. yes.”
But the look on Gracie’s face at that moment turned her mom’s empathy into an
unexpected burst of laughter which forced her to turn away and fake a dreadful cough. Thankful Gracie did not see her contorted face as she tried to regain her composure, she couldn’t help but think how absurdly comical the projected length of time a female endures a monthly period sounds, when voiced by a pre-teen beginning her journey to womanhood. Securing her concerned, mommy face in place she turned back to Gracie.

“Okay, hop in the shower while I get my cosmetic bag of tricks to camouflage the infamous badge of menstruation that has positioned itself on your chin."
When mom returned, Gracie was dressed in her new blue denim Capri pants and a multi-color, tie dyed polo emblazoned with a black peace sign. Reminiscent of her own teen wardrobe, she took a few seconds to enjoy a flashback to the first time she had worn the peace sign; which prompted her own mother to reveal she too wore it in the war-torn sixties when people frowned and thought it to be a sign of rebellion. Kids today live in a world with so much more to worry about she wished the retro sign of ‘peace’ would be comforting to all.

“Here, sit down on the vanity bench and face the mirror. Watch what I do and you will witness this red blemish blend in with the rest of your lovely skin".

After promising Gracie it would work, she silently said a small prayer to a special angel; the one she appropriately crowned, “Angel of Mercy and Wisdom for Mothers of Hormonally Challenged Pre-Teen Girls. The one she had been calling upon for the last
few months. The one she was positively sure had a twin who would come to the aid of said mothers when their pre-teens matriculated to teenagers. The one she knew she would crown as such when Gracie turned thirteen.

Mom began her magic by dabbing a q-tip in a jar of flesh colored goop then worked diligently on the unwanted invader until it gradually faded. Gracie watched in amazement as moments later the big, fat, ugly, red zit with a strong resemblance to
a cherry pit seemed to vanish from sight.
Studying her daughter’s face in the mirror, mom acknowledged the change from little girl to young lady and tears suddenly welled in her eyes. They
dropped in unison landing on top of Gracie’s head and quickly disappeared into a golden brown ringlet.
Mom felt a rush as she experienced a sweet sadness; a step forward to a different yet familiar place where once, a long time ago she too had been. Only this time her role was that of mother. Instantly the breathtaking vision of who her daughter was becoming replaced the feeling of loss for the little girl who would be no more.

Gracie, never a child to brood for long was totally over her pity party when she caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror and saw the reflection of an ‘almost’ teenager
commonly referred to in magazines as a “Tween.” And she liked what she saw. “This is not so bad after all, now that the cherry pit zit is incognito.”

Grabbing a breakfast bar, she took a bite and out the door she ran. She was on the fourth step when she suddenly stopped short. Catching herself in time before she lost her balance, Gracie turned her head upward and hollered to her best friend watching her from the bathroom window.
The one who always took the time to help her find her way. “Thanks Mom, I love you.”

Mom waved, blew her a kiss, then reached for her cell to call her own mom.
While the phone was ringing she too looked upward knowing her angel had been watching.
“Thank you so much. I have a hunch we are going to become best friends.”

And so goes…..'the circle of life.'
P.A. Zimmerman

If you enjoyed this short story I hope you will read. Olivia's Magic Conch/A Mystical Modern Day Fable. Not just for girls it is an adventure with the ability to teach the importance of saving our oceans. Olivia's Magic Conch available on line at Amazon.com in book form and eBook. It can be purchased in most digital online book stores.
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Reviewed by Janice Scott 7/31/2011
Good story - brought back memories! How we girls have to suffer...
Reviewed by Victoria Binetti 6/1/2010
Hi Goldengram,
That story was so cute. I remember when I experienced this and the first thing Mommy did was call you! LOL. It made me smile while reading this because everynight before we go to sleep, we all know we have each other. "Circle of Life!" Well I'm going to sleep. I love you <3 !
Squirt (:
Reviewed by Kasidy Zimmerman 5/28/2010
Hello grami :)
I had some really good laughs while reading this. I remember my mom when she walked in on me, and all she said was "CONGRATULATIONS!" meanwhile I thought it was the worst thing in the world. I know exactly how this girl feels... the acne, the rush to get to school... and the fact that she got it before all of her friends! I really enjoyed it :) Love you! xo ruby
Reviewed by Kris Garry 5/26/2010
What a wonderful story - I just wish my mother had been as understanding - when I "started mine" she told me to go talk to my sister that she would show me what to do. I hope some of the mothers of today read this and take heed - be there for their daughters - it will make a BIG difference in their life. Great Story Pat - keep up the good work - Olivia's Magic Conch was wonderful!!
KEEP ON GOING - THE SKY IS THE LIMIT - Love ya
Reviewed by ulrike ritchie 5/26/2010
P.A.Zimmerman....A delicious short story, every Mom should have in her library.. just for the day, when her little girl is confused and scared as she discovers the stains of her first period.I'll print out the story for my grand-daughter, just in case, her big event is coming sooner than I hope.She is still so little and cute.

You, Patricia, must have been a mom to a teenage daughter. You gave the mother great wisdom and understanding and her daughter's tears shed , and the many uncertainties voiced, about her journey into the unknown, are
r e a l.


Reviewed by hope bryan 5/26/2010
I loved, loved this short story. If only when I was a young girl, many, many years ago there was some story about becoming a woman. I would have also loved it for my adult daughter. Thanks Pat. For your wonderful insight into a subject not many want to talk or write about.




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