Is Menopause From Hell?

I have never screamed at my kids.  Until last week.

I may raise my voice.  I often lose my temper, glare at them, or otherwise treat them badly.  But I never scream.  Until last week.

I can’t tell you exactly what snapped, but it was bad.  And I was angry all day, every day.  On Wednesday, I threatened to send them back to school.  At which point both boys started sobbing.  Big, sloppy, heaving tears.

“No, Mom, no!  You’re going to ruin our education.  I’m never going to learn anything at school!” Ezra cried out.

As I was thinking what a drama-king he can be, Zach took it even further with, “Our family is falling apart! We’re falling apart!”

I reminded them that they would learn plenty if they returned to school, and that our family is not falling part.  That just because a family is having a hard time being well behaved and kind does not mean that it’s going to fall apart.  I told them this even though I felt as though something was in fact falling apart.

I just couldn’t stand them, which was a new feeling for me.  I’m often frustrated with them, or disappointed, or furious even, but my heart is always soft toward them.  Except for last week.  I just couldn’t seem to forgive them for being rude, and squiggly, and ungrateful, and whiny.  And I couldn’t forgive myself for responding to each infraction with rage.  I kept thinking, “These boys are rotten.  And it’s my fault.  And I’m not capable of changing things.”

Out of desperation, I tried something one of the older mammas from our church used to do when things got out of control in her house.  I threw open the windows and told the devil to take his leave of our house.  The author of fear and doubt and hatred was not welcome.  Then we shut the windows and prayed for the spirit of peace and kindness to enter.  And it worked.  At least in part and for a little while.  Which felt nothing short of miraculous.

If you’re not from a Pentecostal background, that might sound insane.  Or dangerous, even.  But I believe in an enemy of the light, and I take him seriously.

Later that night, I got my period after not having had it for many months.  The next day, the world looked a little brighter.  And my squiggly, ungrateful kids looked sweet to me again.  Of all the arguments to be made for having your kids early, the fact that you won’t have to be raising them while you are going through menopause has to top the list.

Now I’m not saying menopause is from the devil.  But it did make our house hellish last week.  Can you open up the windows and tell menopause to take its leave?

 

About Tara Edelschick

Right now, Tara is on sabbatical in Costa Rica. She is sleeping more, and exercising and flossing every day for the first time in her life. She is enjoying her husband, her boys, and Nafisa (the daughter she never had) more than she ever has. And she is learning to rest in the arms of the one who doesn't rank you based on how many things you can cross off your list at the end of the day. Follow her on Twitter@TaraWonders.

  • Traci

    You know, I hate to be a party pooper, but I don’t find this terribly funny. I had my kids late in life, and I’ve watched the arched eyebrows, been given the third degree and had to listen to 20 somethings tell me they’d never have their kids when they were “too old to enjoy them.”

    So here’s the thing: there’s no perfect time. PMS, Menopause — take your pick. If they are healthy and you are healthy, you are golden. I’d say, in fact, that I’m emotionally a lot more settled than I would have been in my 20′s — I think I would have yelled at my kids more if I’d had them when I was younger.

    So let’s stop with the jokes, because the jokes are BELIEVED. And that’s just . . . sad.

  • janis henning

    OMGoodness, Tara — you are like 3 years younger than me and here I am, still like clock work month after month after month. I pray that someday, any day now…….

  • Mary

    Don’t be silly. Don’t blame your symptoms on the devil. Menopause is a normal part of a woman’s life, no matter what religious background you’re from. It’s your hormones – put there by God, by the way – that mess you up.
    Opening the windows is used in many religious paths as a way of cleansing the energy of a house, and what you did is that, in a nutshell. I personally would say that the negativity that you felt came from your body going haywire, and not some outside influence, but fresh air always helps in situations like this.

  • Julie

    It sure feels like someone hates me in my menopausal moments. I also open up the windows: great for hot flashes.


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