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Category Archives: Faith Source: sarahbessey.com I have always had a love-hate relationship with the Proverbs 31 Woman. She is so darn on top of things (perhaps it helps that she has maids, amen?) and exudes such strength and wisdom. She epitomizes what I want to be and I hate her for it. Before I had kids, it was… I think I’ve always known that I was born to be the mother of girls. I guess most women dream about raising a little mini-me, but I’m telling you, I’ve known. Now, with our second girl on the way, the proof is in the pudding (er, uh, uterus). Today, I took Jolie out for some… I used to say I didn’t consider myself a feminist, until I realized that I was mostly just saying that in fear of pissing off any Christians. (Not that I’m assuming that of you, but RAR! I AM A FEMINIST! I loved this post. You are a great mom and it always amazes me how much we have in common! Jolie, I have so wondered that myself! I have come to the conclusion still that I am not a feminist for several reasons, one of which is most definitely how varying the definition can be! I am still exploring a lot of my opinions on women and have gleaned a lot from YOU! Perhaps it is just pregnancy hormones. Perhaps it is my personality tendency. Perhaps it is merely my immature impatience. These days, my body, mind and heart are weary of waiting. For something. Anything. Most days, I can’t even define the thing that I feel I’m waiting for. But still, I long and I wait. Our… |
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Jen - So, this is the third time I’m trying to leave a comment. The first got eaten by my phone. The second, I accidentally pushed “cancel comment” and by that point, I had to put down the electronics and find some nachos before some unsuspecting toddler got caught in the crossfire.
Love this post. The dance of motherhood is a messy, frustrating, exhilarating, and challenging endeavor. (And a thousand other worthwhile adjectives).
I write so that other moms (and dads, really), won’t feel so alone in the trenches. So that they can find some humor in the mundane. Because at times, all anyone talks about are the high points… which, of course, isn’t a bad thing. But it’s ok to be imperfect. Trust me, I am often clothed in ratty lacrosse shorts with my hair every which way and snot smeared across my shoulder. And that’s both figuratively and literally.
You’re doing an amazing job with this juggling act. And funny… the very reason you mentioned me in this post, (which was such a fabulous surprise), is the very reason I love reading your blog, (and seeing your pictures… I love that you capture the every day).
Keep on keeping on. One day, we’ll have been refined enough by these little people that we hold so dear that we’ll be at least clothing ourselves with clean jeans or something.
(An aside… let’s get together, yes?)
(Also, my previous comments were ever so much better. Ah, life).