Sunday, January 24, 2010

The mysteries of womanhood...

Rawan, over on her picture blog (365), posted a picture with this caption: "Spent most of my day in bed feeling iffy. Days like these, I hate being a girl."

Back in grade school, comments like this would have gone over my head. (As they should at that age.) However, with two older sisters, I remember once glancing in my sister's room and seeing her curled up on her bed in obvious pain. I was grieved at her discomfort.

I asked my all-wise mom about it, and she "explained" to me something about "cramps."

I must not have gotten a very clear picture of the ailment, because my reply to my mom was, "Well, I hope I never get that."

I never did, but Rawan does. And I feel bad for her. I can understand her comment, "Days like these, I hate being a girl."

I had a friend 15 years later who was still a bit fuzzy about girls and women. Here's what he did...

Attending a weekly church prayer meeting, grins and quizzical looks were exchanged after my friend inserted this in a lengthy prayer, "And o Lord, please help the sisters as they encounter the mysteries of womanhood."


One of the dangers of opening your mouth is that you sometimes put your foot in it, or at least provide an unplanned rift of laughter at your goofiness. (Even in a prayer meeting.) We all chuckled at the prayer... but my condolences to Rawan and company as they encounter and deal with the many "mysteries of womanhood." (We never quite figured out what he meant. I guess that's why they are mysteries.)

I am so glad that my public education included a junior high class called "Family Life and Sex Education." The class did a much better job of illuminating my unschooled brain than my mother did. It at least explained some of the gender-related mysteries of anatomy and physiology.

You can catch follow Rawan on her blog: Rawan's Random Thoughts

Happy Sunday!

Here's a video that gives a great slant on improving the world (through one of the mysteries of womanhood?)