Change is one of those realities of life that many of us are never ready for, no matter how often it creeps up and pounces.
Change of routine
Change of finanaces
Change of health
Change of school
Change of residence
Change of job… Okay, I’m sure you get it.
Then there are the changes we long for but too often refuse to let make happen.
Change of attitude
Change of perspective
Change of heart
Change of health
Change of school
Change of residence
Change of job…
Sometimes I feel proficient at change. I’ve done it enough! Occasionally I even like it.
Generally, though, not so much.
My most recent changes have involved my kids growing up. One is currently a gainfully employed adult still living in my home. The other is a blossoming high school student who (like most 15 year olds) can forget that she doesn’t know everything.
As they get older…so do I. And THAT is another of those changes that I’m having a love/hate thing with.
Then there’s menopause. *que dramatic bass notes*
Menopause (aka The Change) illustrates the unfairness of this span of time we inhabit the earth.
If I were the master controller of the physical processes of a woman’s body as she ages I would decree menopause EASY and QUICK. Nobody would endure 5-15 years of hot flashes, night sweats, muddle-brain and then up to a full year wondering if this most recent period was actually the last.
I would work it out so that a woman’s last period was obviously her last. You know how obviously a pregnancy ends? Yeah. Something like that…but with no labor pains…and no baby (just thought I should throw that in there, too).
The last period would be the signal for celebrations which would rival the grandest baby showers. Younger women would dream of their last period with the same stupor that accompanies visions of their wedding.
Women living through the change would be respected and envied.
Menopause would be one of life’s greatest milestones.
Birds would sing brighter. Butterflies would flit more flitter-ly. All of nature would heave a collective sigh.
AND: We’d get a reimbursement check for all of the money we spent replacing ruined undies!
MY S-I-L and I were just discussing THE Change earlier today. Her idea to discuss with God is something like this: when we’re done having kids, why can’t the uterus just shrivel up and fall out?
I think she has a point!
LOL! I love that plan!
Great post – terrific ideas. You have inspired my day – Thank you
Good to know i’m not alone in my thinking…thanks for the smile!
You are on the downward side of that mountain now honey…. I promise!!! I rejoice every day that I am POST Menopausal!!!! Thank you Lord!!! I do remember all the above complaints with a smile!
Smiling definitely helps. HA!
LOL! I loved this post, Robin. I see you definitely haven’t lost your sense of humor
Change on!
If we can’t laugh we’ve got nuthin’!
AMEN!!!! My cycle goes from 19 days, to 54, to 28, to 46…..give me a break already. Had to go for a knee Xray and could tell the tech totally didn’t believe me when I said that yes I was QUITE sure I was not pregnant, despite the fact that it had been 7+ weeks….had to sign extra waivers, etc. Love the “Butterflies would flit more flitter-ly”!!!!!
19, 54, 28, 46. Yup! Totally relate.
Actually got up to 75 at one point. *sigh*
LOVE the idea of a party at the end and a real “this is the last one”… I’m not there yet, but really look forward to it. And LOL on refund check for ruined undies.
I’m thinkin I’d get at least $400 bucks back. heh
I’m waiting for menopause with bated breath! Well, not literally because I’m 45 and my grandmother was having babies till she was 50 (and my mom had a hysterectomy in her early 40s) so my family history suggests it could be a good while before I’m done. So many women say that their migraines went away when they went through “The Change” – I hope and pray that mine do!
I love your idea of having a menopause party. Maybe I could have my doctor check my FSH after a few missed periods and when it finally is elevated (a sign of menopause), I’ll throw myself a party! That’s actually a good idea – I’ll bet lots of your friends would be happy to celebrate with you when it finally happens.
And you should certainly celebrated having raised a gainfully employed young adult!
Forget that Red Hat stuff – Sign me up for a Menopause Party, baby!!