As I sit down, and finally stuff some food in my mouth, drink something, and pop some Tylenol with the hopes of trying to squeeze a cup of some tea for the caffeine factor, I came to this startling revelation.
Men are from Mars. Women may be from Venus. We are all STILL HUMAN (including children and teenagers).
You see, I’m in a funk today. I know why, but I won’t bore you with the mundacity of this emotionally overwhelming day.
My girls had haircuts this morning and, as I watched each of them get their hair cut (it was the baby’s first time), it occurred to me how beautiful each of them are, and how much they have grown, how time has just whizzed by, and how little time I have left with them in their current stage of development. It’s a bittersweet thought. It’s bitter because of their launch date looming closer in the distance, sweet because each new stage has its own awesomeness and beauty to cherish.
As I drove my pack of gorgeously coiffed girls home to their father, it occurred to me that I had forgotten one of the birthday presents I’d intended to give my oldest yesterday. I had a make-up bag for her to put in her backpack for school. So, I told her about it, apologized for spacing out, and she looked at me and wanted to know why she needed a make-up bag, she doesn’t need nor want to wear make-up. “You need it for combs, hair ties, clips, lip balm, lip gloss and uhm, some other things,” I said. “Yeah Mom, what other things?” I remember thinking to myself, “Yeah, I probably ought to address this now.” So I got to have the period discussion, and the don’t-be-afraid-of-your-body discussion with my 13 year old in the car, on the way back from the hair salon.
When I got home, I informed my husband of the emerging details. Needless to say, he was less than thrilled that she had received one of these lectures. I’m sure it’s nothing that any father wants to hear. Heck, it’s not something that most women want to discuss. It put my hubby in a mood, and I was already in one, our teenage daughter was definitely in a mood. So what happens next? You guessed it. Sparks + tinder = FIRE!
Not just fire between me and my husband, but between me and each of my kiddos, and within myself. As my oldest and I squared off over laundry, it occurred to me to tell her, that I am only human. That, especially when I am hungry, tired, on an emotional roller-coaster, and needing to go to the bathroom, I am as human as she is. I told her that I’m not perfect, that I do expect a lot from her, that I do need her help when her father isn’t here and that I am also, sometimes, just in a bad mood. Blame hormones, blame lack of food/sleep/sanity/what have you; sometimes we humans get in moods with no easy explanation.
I think that we all, men, women, children, and teenagers, need to learn that we are all human, with human failings and human issues. Children may express their issues with temper tantrums, teens with bouts of nobody-likes-me-everybody-hates-me-guess-I’ll-go-eat-worms mentalities. Men (from Mars) may express their “concerns” with stomping about and growling at everything that moves including the potted plants, and women (from Venus), well, we express ourselves with our happy-sad-mad-happy-crazy mood-swings.
My point is that every single one of us is human, even though we handle things differently and we all need to respect that and learn how to address each other with love, patience, and understanding when we are in those funky places.