stepson Robbie

September 15 through October 15 is National Hispanic Heritage Month.

Ladies, you know where I’m going with this. Men, sit back, get your drink of choice, shut up and learn a thing or two about the struggle that is womanhood and brutal periods. I’m in my mid 30s at this point. This cycle is not my first rodeo. I got my first one when I was probably 12 or 13. I remember sleeping oh so soundly in my room in our home in Denver, Colorado and being waken up by some sudden sharp pains in my abdomen. I went to the bathroom and low and behold, that time had come.

How often as parents do we hold up a camera to our children and say “smile?” Fairly often I bet. kind of an automatic reaction engrained in us from an early age. I remember every school photo, standing in line with some card in my hand with my name and grade, dressed up better than I would be on a normal day by my mother or grandmother, ready for a stranger to position me in front of a psychedelic background and tell me to smile. I’m a master over-thinker, who has often been told I have RBF.