As a kid, my Grandmother chided me with the saying, "Whistling girls and crowing hens always come to some bad end." She had been raised that proper young girls didn't learn to whistle. I enjoyed whistling and wasn't going let a silly saying stop me.
I found out later there is some truth in the saying. We owned a hen who late in life began crowing. Henrietta began crowing one week and died the next. I remember seeing Henrietta crowing in the chicken yard. She strutted proudly and seemed proud of her new found voice.
As a middle-aged woman, I'm faced with many challenges and lots of changes. It often feels like the rules have changed and no one asked me. My kids are flying out of the nest, my body has more aches and pains, losing weight is harder, gaining weight is easier. Sometimes I don't feel like I have say in anything.
But I'm reminded of Henrietta who found a reason to crow and broke all the rules to do so. This blog is a celebration of women who aren't done with life but are learning to look at things differently. We don't have to be proper women anymore than I wanted to be a proper little girl. We can crow about the good and the bad. We can make our voices heard and face the new rules with our heads held high.
My name is Fara, I'm a 45 year old mom of 3. My oldest is 21 and living out on her own. My son is 19 and in college. My youngest daughter is 15 and still at home. I'm a newlywed of 10 months with my second husband, Tony. I've been a stay at home mom, a single parent, and a working mom. Even though I've known some hard times, I have always looked for ways to laugh.
Join me as I laugh, learn and exercise my new voice! Come crow with me!
Fara
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