ohmylanta.

Last week I joked about my little kiddies and pretending to be preggers with a basketball in their belly. Apparently this is something I cannot take lightly because I just found this online.

GAH.

When you are ten your biggest worry should be that your parents won't let you stay up past 8:30 to watch the Wizards of Waverly Place or that you don't want to eat green beans for dinner or that the maybe 20 minutes of homework you have is too much. At ten I was not even anatomically mature enough to bear a child, let alone have one of my own. I probably wasn't even old enough to babysit by myself!

This was a picture of me and my friends when we were about 11/12. We apparently loved dogs, Winnie the Pooh pajamas, Hanson, stuffed animals, and making gingerbread houses. In no way were we even a tiny bit ready to even THINK about sex let alone have a baby. Pretty sure we hadn't had the "sex" health class yet either so for all we knew, you could have had a baby by kissing.

The poor young woman child in Spain who had a baby at 10 years old (10 FREAKIN YEARS OLD) lost so much at such a young age. How could she possibly grasp such adult concepts like intimacy and sex? There is no possible way. These are supposed to be things that you experience when you can can understand them. And I am still trying to understand them at 24. And the father is a minor as well? How is this okay? Just because you are physically an adult does not mean you are mentally one. We need to stop saying girls become women and boys become men just because one day you got a visit from Aunt Flo or your balls dropped. She cannot possibly be fully developed. I seriously just started growing tatas like last year.

I don't care what country you hail from or if it is the norm for 10 year olds to be sexually active-- its INSANE. I don't care if I am not respecting someone else's culture. Call me an ignorant bigot. But hey, right back atcha if you believe its acceptable for a 10 year old to rear a child when the only thing they are capable of rearing is an American Girl-caliber doll. And at 10, I didn't even care enough to take good care of that. My American Girl dolls are sitting in my basement cold, naked, and alone. Gawd, I'm still not ready for a child.

I just can't come to terms with it . . .