Traditionally, a daughter's initiation into teenhood/womanhood was presented through a menarche ritual, where the cords that attached the daughter to the mother were cut and the girl was presented with her own altar and an opportunity to connect spiritually with the Goddess. I have never claimed to be a traditional woman.
This weekend, I have realized that my twelve year old traveled down the passage of womanhood, only to do it in such a non traditional way, similar to me. This weekend, she transformed herself from the little school girl she was into the teenage, blossoming woman that she has been bursting to be. Aside from cutting and dying her hair, we spent time this weekend together, teaching her to do her hair, picking out "hip" outfits and applying makeup.
I feel like this was the opportunity she needed to move forward in her life passage, me holding her hand and supporting her decisions. This was a small decision, and granted these are life altering decisions, but hopefully this is an indication that she will involve me in the other decisions of her life. I will always support her, even if I don't necessarily agree with her.
So this weekend, although there wasn't an altar, a circle cast, the elements invoked, candles, incense or robes, there was a rite of passage. Thanks be to the Goddess for giving us the ability to be flexible, pliable, and most of all, human. May we all take from the life given to us, the little joys and miracles that are the work of the Gods.
Blessed Be.
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