Another early morning

Hello,

I woke up at 3:28 a.m.  Couldn’t sleep.  Finally around 4:30, I got up.  The birds trilling.  They are so enthusiastic in the morning.  Reminds me of when my children were young.  Five, five-thirty in the morning, the singing would start.  Ready for cuddles, food, interaction.  Me, bleary eyed from short sleep.  Tired, but how could my heart help but be filled with love, gazing into their little sunflower faces. 

Funny though.  Thinking back on those times.  When I was longing for the luxury of a full night’s sleep.  And now, I could have that sleep, if only my body would cooperate. 

Why does the whole children growing up and leaving home have to coincide with menopause?  I always thought it was odd planning on who-ever-was-in-charge’s part.  To have us go through the emotional, hormonal and physical “change of life” at the same time our teenagers are dealing with crazed hormonal changes of there own.  If who-ever-it-is-who-is-in-charge was forward thinking, shouldn’t they have staggered these two events?  So that when our children are casting their you-are-dog-poop-under-my-shoe looks at us, we weren’t suffering with hot flashes, sleepless nights and wild hormonal and emotional swings ourselves.  Wouldn’t it have been kinder to everyone involved if the phase of live we were experiencing at the time when our teenagers hit full bloom, was a Yoda type one?  Plenty of sleep, a peaceful zen-like approach to all challenges, a body that looks better than it ever did. 

Wouldn’t that make more sense?

(Not that Will is casting me those kinds of looks at the moment.  But I am no fool.  I’ve raised two other children who have grown and left home.  I know what is coming.  It’s not a matter of if but when.)

Posted by Meg Tilly on Sunday, June 15, 2008 in Chewing the Fat