The “Change of Life”

When Mother acted over the top crazy (for her, this was way over the top), she always said

Well, I can’t help it.  I’m going through “the change”.

My sister and I didn’t really get what she was talking about but it made about as much sense as any other excuse she used.

Lydia PinkhamThis remark was used for years by Mother and as my sister and I grew older we hoped “the change” would not last as long with us as it had for her. Mother took something called “Lydia Pinkham’s Herbal Remedy” to help with her problem.

I recently learned that Lydia Pinkham Herbal Compound is still made and available for consumption:

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Lydia Pinkham® is the world’s most time-proven indication for women. It was first introduced in 1875, and since then has been used by generations of women the world over. The remedy was formulated specifically for women’s problems by a knowledgeable, caring woman, Lydia Pinkham. The medication contains 7 natural medicinal herbs traditionally found to be beneficial in menstrual and menopausal distress. In addition, it provides iron, calcium and vitamins C and E to promote general well-being and health.

MedicationBut back when Mother used Lydia Pinkham’s Herbal Compound, it was, of course, not the first or the last time in her life that she would turn to pills to “fix” all of her maladies and woes.

Mother was someone who liked to blame anything and anyone else she could: others, ailments, bad luck and bad genes for her poor behavior. Truth be told, she was one hot mess and difficult if not impossible to control.  From an early age, my sister steered clear of her.

I think the first words out of my mouth to our mother were:

You are not the boss of me!

Harry HoudiniYou can only imagine the rage Mother flew in to after my comment. If I was on the little dog harness, I was in for a real tug of war with her. I soon learned a Harry Houdini escape from the contraption and it became useless as a torture device.

I do not look back fondly at these experiences. The fondness came from having a sister who shared it all and a Dad who gave us amazing experiences to cherish.

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