What!!?? Breasts!!???

Over Christmas, my mom happened to point out a horrifying thing...my 9 year-old daughter has little breast buds going on. When this happened exactly, I do not know and I am having a pretty tough time with it. I mean, I always knew this day would come, but since I didn't actually need a bra until sometime in my mid-twenties, I was more prepared to help her deal with the disappointment of being flat-chested through high school. The idea that she might end up a voluptuous early bloomer never even crossed my mind. Looking back, I realize this has been coming. The potent cocktail of prepubescent hormones has been brewing for several months now, but I chalked up the emotional outbursts, desire for privacy and sudden necessity of daily showers and deodorant to the coming tween stage, never expecting it to actually be the start of something more. So here we are, ready or not, and instead of consoling her with trips to Victoria's Secret for padded bras, it looks like we might be looking for ones with actual support. I guess it will be just me looking for those padded push-up ones after all.