Babies, boys, and teens, and men. This house is full of testosterone. How does a lone woman, hold her own, and stay girly amidst boy funk, sports 24x7, and boy mess? Well, I am a girly kind of girl. I love make up, hair, fashion, jewelry, Days of Our Lives, and other feminine stuff. I am not a big fan of pink. You won't run into at the market without lipstick on, and even if I am in the carpool lane in my PJ pants, I'll likely have my jewelry on. I treasure my girl friends, and adore their daughters. I like coffee dates, talking about books, and listening to friends catch me up on their lives. I crank my music as loud as I want, and sing along, despite the rolling eyes, and smirks of my boys who think that I am very uncool for doing so. I encourage my sons to sit and have conversations with me about real things in their lives, and we do this every single day. That is how a girl stays sane in a house full of boys. You know, even my dog Duke is a boy. Go figure.
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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