Showing posts with label Motherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Motherhood. Show all posts

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Just Be Yourself

"... Blajeny nodded. 'Yes. You have much to learn from each other. Meanwhile, I will give each of you assignments. Charles Wallace, can you guess what yours is?' 'To learn to adapt.' 'I don't want you to change!' Meg cried. 'Neither do I,' Blajeny replied. 'Charles Wallace's problem is to learn to adapt while remaining wholly himself.'"

--- Madeleine L'Engle, A Wind in the Door

I've been thinking about this exchange ever since I re-read this book several months ago. One and I have had several talks about it and how it can apply to him: he needs to get along better with others, and if he can think about doing that in these terms, it helps (and hurts less at the same time). Today I started realizing that the truth in this passage applies to so much more than that.

Here's what I mean:

Everywhere I look, I see advice for Christian women that at heart asks them to be someone other than who they are. Be a Proverbs 31 woman, be Mary, be Martha, be Ruth - the list goes on and on. Many times the advice goes further than that and becomes "you're not a good Christian women unless you [fill in the blank: are a Proverbs 31 gal, stay home full time, have lots of children, etc]." And so the Mommy Wars come to Christian women, and many of us get wrapped up in watching how other people act, looking for the right person to be more like, and struggling to live up to some standard that doesn't fit us any more than that size 6 bikini in the Everything But Water window display.

And it's all wrong. Because just as Charles Wallace was asked to get along with others without being anyone other than himself, we are called to be ourselves as we live our lives as Christians. The one big qualifier in all that is: we are called to do so in chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, patience, kindness, and humility, while putting aside wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony. In other words, we are here to sin less, while being who we were born to be and living out the life God has given us. We are not meant to be like someone else, to follow their path, to mimic their actions. We are to follow God and God alone, and that means living as ourselves and using all the strength He has given us to run from sin and towards virtue.

So I am called to sin less while working full time, mothering two wild, public schooled boys, ordering too much take-out, relying heavily on my precious, perfect cleaning lady, and leaving the laundry in the living room for days at a time. You may be called to sin less while staying home full-time with six children, or you may be called to sin less while working part time, sending your three children to private school, and cooking everything from Sandra Lee's "semi-homemade" recipes. Ultimately, though, the details are less important to God than the "sin less" part of the equation. He'll help you work out the details of what daily life looks like (and remember, He gave you your own gifts, intelligence and discernment to help do that by yourself, too), but your day-to-day life doesn't have to look like mine, I don't get to judge you if it doesn't, and vice versa.

Like your mom told you when you were a teenager: just be yourself. It's who God made you, and He did that for a reason. Focus on the real reason we're here: to love and worship Him, to work every day to sin less, and to grow in virtue. On you, that will look different than it does on everyone else. Isn't that refreshing!?

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Motherhood vs a Flat Tummy

After an absence of more than a week, all I have for you right now is this funny article.

"And mixed in among the blood and the milk and the jiggly belly, there’s a new life, for both the mom and the kid, and it’s pretty awesome. That's the "amazing" part. Why, then, would anybody think it’s so great to look like it never happened?"

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

The Post in Which I Offend People

I hate to say this, but I am almost ready to believe that the vote needs to be taken away from women. I mean, for Heaven's sake - there are woman out there actually dumb enough to believe that Sarah Palin shouldn't be the Vice President because she's a mom?! What rock are you living under? I can understand some patriarchal nut like Doug Phillips believing this garbage, but that women would so denigrate their own abilities is beyond me.

Listen: women who work can be great moms. Period. Stay-at-home moms don't have a monopoly on virtue. Never mind the fact that, if she is the VP, the Palin children will have their mom around as usual and they will have their dad 24/7. Because last time I checked, there weren't oil rigs, snowmobile races or commercial fishing in Washington, DC.

Just so you know, I'm not linking to the women who have put out this ridiculous argument. Does that sound dishonest to you? Frankly, I'd rather not give them the traffic.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Slacker Moms Unite!

I've been participating in Works for me Wednesday via Rocks in my Dryer, and I've also been looking around for other blog carnivals to be in. Sort of hard, since this blog doesn't fall firmly into one particular category. Yes it's mostly a mommy blog, but I can't help snark about politics now and then, and I like to write about other random things when the mood strikes me.

The carnival I can't find, but one I'd love to join, is The Carnival of Slacker Moms. We could share pictures of unfolded laundry, tips on how to not let anyone guess it's been 4 days since you bathed the children, and lessons on how to teach your children to work the TiVo by themselves.

The one problem? We'd never get around to it.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Juno


I loved this movie. But I don't think I was supposed to bawl so hysterically at the end, I really don't. It was beautiful and sad and I absolutely loved it. A very gentle movie. Maybe it's because I was adopted, or because I want a third child pretty badly and it's doubtful that's going to happen - I don't know. But I cried snuffly ugly tears at the end - the red-faced, blow-your-nose kind of tears.

I'm still glad I watched it.