Today we’re having THE TALK. No, no, not the talk you have with your teens about boyfriends, safe sex and monthly periods.
Well, actually, we ARE talking about our monthly period, but in a different way.
We have spoken about THAT time of the month before on the blog, but from our anonymous Man on the Fence’s perspective.
You girls reacted in a BIG WAY!
Here’s a little blurb:
I thought the subject of a woman’s monthly period would be an ideal subject to tackle. From the time we are little boys, through to teens, then onto adulthood, this issue arises forever, and it’s haunting! Whether it’s your mother, sister, spouse, teacher, nanny or doctor, periods are all over the place! However, to the young male mind, the concept and notion of a period is completely foreign and revolting. It’s amazing how inundated the man’s world has become because of this famous monthly period.
Everything from “misunderstandings” to irrational behavior for weeks on end, through to sex, and indeed verbal abuse, can all be blamed on this miracle of humanity. Forget the physical attributes of this issue (blech), the emotional roller coaster us men have to endure during this time, is truly remarkable. Our life revolves around your periods, women! If we are lucky enough to have a week that is period free, sex is possibly great, laughter can fill the home, and a romantic dinner can actually be romantic!
While women feel the compulsion to extol the virtues of their periods, men tremble in fear as to what those five or eight days will be like. We don’t require the announcement to know it’s coming either. When you anticipate the time arriving, make a concerted effort to be in touch with your soul, and think of your role in trying to make your home a better place for your family. Accept that this gift from God comes with strings (no pun intended!) and that you must share and bear the burden of being responsible for your actions. All too often blame is laid on this famous “period” for all of your actions. I even once read that a woman got off for murder because it was blamed on her period! Come on!
And it went on.
Okay, my readers did wanna kill him, but I loved his perspective.
Today’s post is short. I came to a realization that hit me over the head like a ton of bricks. It was a conversation I had recently, I think it might have even been a business meeting, actually. We started to talk about our monthly periods (I don’t remember why). It then took a different direction, as in, this woman has more or less stopped getting her period, has started with the hot flashes, etc… And I went home, and realized I am now at an age (38 years old), where getting my period is NOTHING to complain about, instead of EVERYTHING it used to be to complain about. In fact, for all the years I bitched about it, I suddenly feel like getting my period is almost a rite of passage. Getting my period now means youth and vitality to me. Getting my period on the 28th day is like a celebration!
Yah. I’m serious.
And it’s funny how that just happened. I feel like the days are becoming weeks, are becoming months and then years. I am entering a phase in my life where even if I did want a third child, my biological clock might tell me otherwise. Choices you once had, become choices that are no longer yours to make.
And shit, well that’s a hard concept to digest.
I don’t know where I’m going with any of this today, other than, sometimes things change, and the way we view them change too. And aging has a lot to do with that. Because with aging, comes wisdom. And this aging club, it’s a big, welcoming club to join. And so far, I like how it looks.
But for now, I swear I’m celebrating my time of the month from now on so long as I still damn get it!
What do you say?