I know exactly two humans who read this blog, so I’m just going to jump in with this one. Periods. Here we go:
Periods are something females have (or are supposed to have). For me, this inconsistent cycle started when I was in eighth grade. Cross country messed with it some, but I’d say things were normal until my twenties. It went away, but came back around the time I got married and got on birth control. Birth control gives you fake periods, so even if you don’t have enough body fat to have a period, you can still have one with birth control. But I hated birth control. It made me feel like a loon, so we figured something else out. Also, I stopped having periods. For three full years, I was a freezing, hungry little gal with amenorrhea.
The short of it is that I gained weight and got a period, but I only had to deal with it for a short time before I got pregnant, was nursing, then pregnant and then nursing again. In sum, I’ve just had another three years without a period. Until recently. It came back. I mentioned this little factoid to my mom and she said, “Yeah, welcome to being a woman.”
There are birth controls that remove your period entirely, but we are finished having children, so I am not using those. People rave about not having periods and I feel like somehow it’s forcing your body to do the opposite of what it was intended to do. Whether you like it or not, having a period gets your attention. And that’s good.
So, until menopause, I will have this monthly visitor. It seems like everyone dogs on a female’s menstrual cycle, but I recently revisited a book called Eating in the Light of the Moon that really helped me own being a woman. When I read Taking Charge of your Fertility in order to get pregnant and I felt like I was learning how my body worked for the first time. And I learned even more about my body in my Bradley birthing class, but re-reading Moon was a nice refresher course. It is a beautiful, not shameful thing.
I hope I can translate this well to Sabra when the time comes. I hope I can teach her to appreciate all her body does for her. And I know that will only happen if I set a good example with how I relate to my own body. Moms are usually the worst at this, with their constant diet coking and serial dieting, but women really are special. So, God, please help me not to criticize my body or complain about the way You made me. And help me teach my daughter to be excited about the strong legs that let her run and play and explore this world.