Yesterday was one of those days. I started by reading blogs of my friends and began to tear up. I hit upon one that set the floodgates into full throttle and it took me half the day to pull myself together.
Sometimes our emotions do that to us. We go along quietly, living life normally and then something hits us like a ton of bricks. It reminded me of my first encounters with emotional ups and downs when I became an adolescent. Those years should be eliminated altogether, but then again, God knows what He’s doing.
When I was a teenager, there wasn’t such a thing as sex education in the classroom. It was part of the stuff that parents are supposed to deal with in preparation for their child’s puberty. My mother took the first step, by purchasing a book. She never had a chance to give it to me, because my dad (an avid reader) snatched it up first. I never quite understood why he had to read the book. Didn’t he know the facts of life, or was it that he didn’t want to miss anything when he explained it to me? He never actually went through the book with me – simply handed to me and told me to read it.
The book was filled with pictures of fallopian tubes and little spermy things floating up those tubes to fertilize eggs. The entire thing was completely disgusting to me so I put the book on the shelf, in case dad wanted to refer to it again. I then decided I’d find out on my own what all this stuff was about, and asked my friends what they knew.
My dad, bless his soul, was totally involved in his two daughters’ lives – much to our chagrin. He even dragged me to a gynecologist and embarrassed the heck out of me by asking why I was having such difficulty with my period. I was never quite so humiliated again in my life.
Women have the pleasure of being the recipients of these roller coaster rides more times then should be necessary. There are the highs and lows during pregnancy, child rearing, menopause and the years of aging, when everything falls apart.
The circle of life isn’t easy. Just imagine how sublime it would’ve been for all of us, had Eve not taken a bite out of that fruit. Or if Adam would’ve manned up and steered her away from the temptation. In the meantime, until we get to the other side of heaven, we cry, we laugh, we worry, we fret, because we are women, and it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to figure that one out.