As the oldest daughter in a large family, I learned at an early age the importance of working toward the greater good. My mother is a vibrant, energetic and independent woman who celebrated her 90th birthday. My mother had seven children in the first four years of her marriage. Three sets of twins of which I was the first. My twin sister, Clara, arrived five minutes after me and we were followed in quick succession by a single birth and two twin births. In the end, we had a total of 10 children in my family. Yes, life was quite chaotic in those early years.
Growing up I wanted nothing more than to be a wife and mother. Sounds pretty archaic, doesn't it? But a product of the 60's, I was not so much influenced by the likes of Gloria Steinem as I was more of the June Cleaver woman of the era. Flash forward to 2017 and I look back at the last thirty years with a measure of gratitude. My husband, Mike, and I raised two children, Amber and James. They are both married now and our daughter's family has blessed us with two granddaughters and our son's family has equally blessed us with two grandsons. Our family has grown exponentially! We know no greater joy than to spend time with each of our beloved grandchildren. They are our immortality!
Over the years, I engaged in many community efforts. I believe life is a give and a take. There is balance in the universe and in order to stay healthy it is important to keep balance and perspective. For instance, several years ago I worked in a homeless shelter. Everyday I would leave the shelter and as I drove into the driveway of our humble cape cod home, I would feel a warm rush of immense gratitude. When I volunteered at the Community Clothes Closet the realization was not lost on me that I really had so much. My closets were filled to capacity with something new for every season.
When I find myself reaching for the "poor me card" I redirect my attention toward an attitude of gratitude and my mood is immediately lifted.
Every challenge in my life has been approached with a "can do" attitude. Usually this is enough to stay on track and get through any trials. Not so with menopause. The changes to my physical, mental and emotional self were frightening. Couple that with hot flashes and extreme night sweats and I was a white-hot mess. The night sweats required at least one change of sleepwear every single night. I usually woke up draped in a bath towel basking in the frustration of a night of interrupted sleep. This was until I found Lusomé.
I don't even remember the magazine that first introduced me to Lusomé but to say I was sceptical when reading the article would be an understatement. Desperate times called for desperate measures. As doubtful as I was, I ordered a nightgown.
When the nightgown arrived I wore it with a measure of scepticism. However, when I woke up early the next morning the sceptic was replaced by overwhelming wonder. Did I really just make it through the night without a change of night clothes? Sure the Lusomé gown was very wet, but the fact that the gown had absorbed all of my sweat over the course of the night, which in turn kept me from waking up cold, wet, and chilled, was amazing.
I was back on the Lusomé site that day ordering a T-shirt. If this clothing line could keep me comfortable during my darkest, most desperate hours, maybe it could keep hot flashes from totally disrupting my day. The day wear proved as effective as the night wear. Miracle fabrics to be sure!
While the symptoms of menopause have greatly subsided, with only intermittent occasions of discomfort, I still wear my Lusomé. It is as comfortable and flattering to the figure as it is comforting to the hormonally deranged.
This too, shall pass…with Lusomé!