I realise our bodies change over time. It is said that our body chemistry changes somewhat every seven years. I must admit, the changes the body undergoes as we progress from twenty something, to thirty something, to forty something are sometimes subtle-- then you wake up one day and say "WHAT THE HECK!!!". My biggest struggle is not so much with the physical changes, but more with the hormone changes. I have always been a slave to my hormones. Moodiness, and migraines, cramps, and fatigue-- I am a living Midol commercial. As I get older, not only have these symptoms worsened, but they are so predictable I can mark the worst days on the calendar. If I am losing my temper, and being edgy, the boys look at the calendar (see it is around the 30th) and say...."ooohhhh, ok Mom, I'll just be doing some homework, in my room..." If I am walking around in sunglasses all day, my husband says "Wow, is it the 15th already???" The walk of a woman is fraught with fun. Thanks a lot Eve.....
I am helping to prepare a baby shower for a young woman at our church. She is young, just 22. Thinking about her, and what the future may hold for her and her little family, got me to thinking about life at 22. Much has changed for me since I was 22. That was really a difficult time. I didn't realize at the time that it was difficult. I had graduated from college, was having a post college, pre-real life, super good time. I was bar tending, partying, picking up and traveling to far away places to party some more. I didn't really have much in the way of financial responsibility yet, and my parents were living in Egypt-- leaving me in charge of the house and my younger sister. It was an "out all night, sleep all day", kind of life. To be honest, I was setting a pretty poor example for my sister, who at the time was working full-time at a nursing home, and was far more responsible than I was. Looking back at that time, and even later, till about age 25, it make...
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