So, I don't usually talk about the big "M," but today we are. Menopause has either been made fun of through funny commercials and print ads, or thought of as a personal doom, such as life ends with the completion of menopause.
So... we all know that feeling when we think things are going along fine, you may be looking forward to an event or a change in your life, and then things do not go how you would like. It may even be that you did not realize how much you wanted what was anticipated until circumstances leave you falling short. How do you deal with the emotional blow back that happens when major disappointment bites you?
Whew boy! This is a big topic for me. It delves into very personal territory so I feel I must tread lightly, but this needs to be told. This topic weighs heavily on my chest like a stone press.
I was sitting in my car waiting on my youngest to get out of school when that new song came on. You know, the one about the singer wanting some nebulous person to be "happier". Well I hate to say that song majorly rubs me the wrong way for some reason. It has since I first heard it. I am not complaining about the artist or his composition, it is the phrasing and meaning behind the song that has always stung like salt. And I just figured out why.
Anxiety. Even the spelling and pronunciation of the word seems frenetic, as though it is in a rush to be said, thought, or seen. No one has ever said this word with a slow cadence.
Let me say this first and foremost: I love both my kids so much! This ia NOT a "boy vs. girl" story. This is a "change in parenting behaviour" story.