I have a problem

The text I received during group time for our Middle school program said “I have a problem, I need to talk to you”.   We had just played a game that dealt with morality so I wasn’t sure what was coming my way.   I whisper to Deacon C that I am off with J.   He just nods and never asks a question.  

We met in the alcove and I was not expecting the message “I got my period and bled through my pants”.   Okay, I’m on.   I can handle this.   First time, nope.  Okay call Mom.   Mom knows exactly what to do and will be right down.   Once again I say the phrase “It sucks to be a girl”.  

This time I can handle what is in front of me and I am grateful for it.