The distant sound of whirring and the foot pedal up and down on the floor. The sliding sound of scissors on the table as pieces of fabric were cut to embellish our bodies. These were the fabrics that wove our life together. My mom would sit at her sewing machine sewing all the clothing of my younger years. Rarely using a store bought pattern, she’d piece together her homemade newspaper patterns. With three girls, two boys and two foster children there was always a need for new clothing.  My mom worked tirelessly for hours and hours piecing and sewing one outfit, usually dresses, after another.  She stitched by hand the hems of all the dresses, the pant legs of my brothers clothing and many military patches on my dads Marine Corp fatigues. When my sisters and I were majorettes mom and her friend got together and made all the girls uniforms complete with fancy sequins and satin shirts to wear with them.

Many years later when I had my first daughter mom made Jennifer her first dress and bonnet to wear home from the hospital, it was yellow floral and stitched entirely by hand. Mom made my youngest daughter’s first dress too and even made the layette, bedroom curtains, a sheet set and bumper pads for Kelsey’s crib.

My mom sewed through two generations of doll clothes for my sisters and I when we would lose our dolls clothes or they would just get torn from playing with them so much.  My mom sewed my daughters doll clothes as well.  Mom sewed all four of my bridesmaid dresses when I got married in a little under three weeks time.  It seemed as though she could just whip out anything that was ever needed as long as she had a needle and thread.     I remember always having trouble learning Math in school but mom helped me with that too.  I learned about measurements and fractions from my mom and her sewing techniques. I learned how to fit pieces that seemed impossible and make my own skirts and dresses. I sew myself now and even my youngest likes to sew with me on occasion. The days of sewing and watching mom are gone now but the memories will be forever embedded in my mind.

I’d have to say that what I remember most about mom’s sewing were the sounds that filled the rooms when she sewed. She usually had 6 to 8 straight pens stuck just on the edge of her lips as she pulled them out of the fabric one by one. Sweet sounds of her humming was often heard, though sometimes buried under the whirring sound of the machine.  They were usually old gospel hymns, “Sweet Hour of Prayer”, “The Old Rugged Cross”, “In the Garden” or her all-time favorite, “Where Could I Go.” I loved being with my mom. The way she moved around our home working swiftly and steadily from one task to another. It wasn’t the modern day work or the “Proverbs 31  thing to do, it was just my mom taking care of her family. The greatest title ever bestowed upon her.

©Nancy King, December 2008.

I’m not a doctor or nurse so I’m writing strictly from my own experiences. A few things I    have noticed about being menopausal:

~Anxiety can be worse than your worst nightmare! There’s such a fine line in the feelings involved in that and the symptoms of a heart attack.
~Energy seems non-existent at times.
~Sleep, what’s that?
~Hot flashes — my sisters have them but I’ve never experienced that.
~I have had night sweats one time and I thought someone stuck hot coals in my bed one second and ice cubes the next! It’s not a feeling I ever want to have again. This was also the first clue I had that I was going into this phase of my life.

I can’t really complain about any of these things but I do admit that the anxiety has been the worst thing for me and with my lack of self-confidence at times, it can really do a number on me. I’ve been told that being me would suck, and it does at times…isn’t it that way for us all at times whether we’re menopausal or not? I love who I am, the woman God has brought me into, but I have feelings of hatred for how I react to things, situations, etc.

I am looking forward to the next phase of my life, if God so chooses for me to have a next one, I’m pretty excited about turning 50 in another year and a half. I want to start my own charter for the Red Hat Society…simply because I love hats! Who knows maybe one of these days I’ll even have a pretty hat and go to Derby day instead of wishing to be there and watching all the events on tv.

Fifty will be a good age to be; my youngest daughter will be finishing high school, my oldest daughter will be 30 and her oldest daughter will be 10…we’ll all be reaching milestones in our lives at the same time and that will be grand! Even though it’s been a very rough morning for me today I look forward to the future and know that all will not be lost because in knowing there’s wisdom and that keeps me hopeful. One more thing…resist the urge to give me advice on taking hormones…thank you but I won’t do it.   I pray you all have a wonderful day.