When my daughter was about 10, my husband, who is not her biological father, moved into our house. About 6 months later, I was at work and they were home when she got her first period. My daughter was pretty unsure of what to do.
So my husband did the only thing he could think of.
He told her not to worry and that everything was going to be okay. Even though he had never dealt with something like this before, he stayed calm so she wouldn’t feel scared or embarrassed. He gave her a towel to sit on and told her he was going to run to the store quickly.
A few minutes later, he came back with a small bag. Inside were pads, chocolate, her favorite snacks, and even a heating pad he had asked the pharmacist about. He also called me to ask which products were best and how he could help her feel comfortable.
When he handed the bag to her, he simply said, “Your mom told me this would help. It’s a normal part of growing up, and you don’t have to feel embarrassed.”
Later that evening when I came home, my daughter ran to me and told me everything that happened. But the part that touched me the most was when she said, “Mom, he didn’t make it weird. He just helped me.”
That was the moment I realized something important.
He may not have been her biological father, but in every way that truly mattered, he was already becoming her dad. 
