A smile for Monday

Yesterday my sister-in-law returned a book of mine. In a synchronistic twist, I had intended to ask her about the book yesterday as well. Not only did I want to re-read it, I wanted to check out the format as I think that it would work wonderfully as the format for the book I wish to write about depression. However, this book is about menopause.
So, at the start of the book is a piece of prose that made me smile. The book gives no credit to an author and lists it as “Author Unknown”. If anyone at all knows the author, then let me know and I will include their name beneath this.

A Bear

In this life I’m a woman. In my next life, I’d like to come back as a bear.
When you’re a bear you get to hibernate.
You do nothing but sleep for six months.
I could deal with that.
Before you hibernate, you’re supposed to eat yourself stupid.
I could deal with that.
When you’re a girl bear, you birth your children
(who are the size of walnuts) while you’re sleeping
and wake to partially grown, cute, cuddly cub.
I could definitely deal with that.
If you’re a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business.
You swat anyone who bothers your cubs.
If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too.
I could deal with that.
If you’re a bear,
your mat EXPECTS you to wake up growling.
He EXPECTS that you have hairy legs and excess body fat.
Yup, gonna be a bear!

-Author unknown-

I so wanna be a bear!!!