I was in the kitchen cooking something for someone ( how strange) and all of a sudden, I said to the waiting bellies in front of me, " Is anyone hot?". Now if you know me and have been at my house you know Heat does not happen here. My house is all electric so keep a sweatshirt on. But out of nowhere, I was HOT! When the teens all assured me they were comfortable and maybe a bit chilly ( put on another sweatshirt) , I was standing in the kitchen sweating. Beads of sweat on my forehead, no lie. & I laughed. My kids looked at me strangely, wondering out loud if I was crazy because they thought it was something women were upset about. I think, after knowing me for all these years, asked = answered. Anyway I don't know why I was thrilled in this moment. Perhaps it's just a matter of crossing the threshold into a club. I have heard many of my friends talk about Hot Flashes, & I can laugh with them at the stories of stripping down to their skivvies in moments, or being the one in the bed who is hot instead of running cold. But now I was a member. I had my own experience, well just one to date.. but in a week of being displaced, frustrated, cranky with the superintendent and ring leader of an out of town excursion with 4 teen aged boys, I was also connected to womanhood in all it's phases.
