One could argue that the month of March is menopausal.
One day it is t-shirt weather, the next day it is time to pull out your heavy sweater again.
The fog creeps in at dawn because of temperature fluctuations.
I wonder if spring birds and frogs experience mental confusion. When should the bluebirds start gathering sticks to build their nests? Should the “Spring Peeper Chorus” have their debut in March?
Don’t our hormones impact our lives from day one to day__?
By coining this midlife hormonal phase, have we magnified it? While it is always comforting to be affirmed and to acknowledge that we are not alone when experiencing any given symptom, labeling it makes it is larger. Labeling it means we have to contend with it.
It is not merely the cessation of the menses.
My mother, who is now 84, adamantly claims she never went through menopause. Yet, I remember her quickly shedding her jacket when it was chilly out. I recall the sudden, red flush in her face. She often teared up at the mention of anything slightly sweet.
Was my mother better off not having a term for this unpredictable, midlife, hormonal state? It continues to be a quandary in my mind.
Periods, cramps, pimples, labor, hot flashes, night sweats, insomnia, dry skin……
But also, youthful energy, falling in love, having babies, new horizons, spurts of joy, intuition, wisdom, cessation of the menses.
I wonder if we should show more appreciation, instead of dread and concern. Perhaps by embracing these changes with grace, they will serve us well.
To the end of menopausal March and on with the shedding of sweaters!
How do you feel about menopause in your life? I would love to hear! Leave your comments on my blog. Certainly, a male perspective would be most welcome!