Random musings

As a stay at home mother, I struggle with significance.  Loving and praying for my husband and parenting my children aren't markers of a huge crusade ministry. As I clean the kitchen, make beds, clean dishes, change diapers and stare at my pileloads of laundry, I'm reminded of the lessons of obscurity.  I don't feel sorry for myself. But, I wonder if this is God's purpose and plan for my life.  I'm also reminded that maybe my husband and children would walk away from everything I do because it wouldn't mean as much to them. I also question how my mind and heart disengages from my family from time to time, and I go into my autopilot mode. Surely, the kids don't benefit from a disengaged parent and my husband doesn't benefit from a "just-there" wife. My husband has always known and loved working with children, at church in Sunday school. It is easy to look at him and know that it is his calling, and it is where he is truly the ha

I remember that when I was pregnant with my second child and as soon as we found out that we were going to have a daughter, my husband panicked a little bit. After a few days, he told me that he intends to start working out so that he can beat up all the guys who trouble his daughter. Well, it was endearing. That, as a father he was protective, and thought of his daughter as a jewel that no one could mess around with. It also got me thinking if daughters are that different from sons and if they indeed should be protected to that extent. Being a woman myself, I don't view females as fragile or helpless. I do view them as vulnerable and longing for attachment and emotional bonding from the male species, which makes them susceptible to unwanted situations.  I think that it is possible that they are caught unawares when they deal with boys or men, and may not always know the right way to respond to any situation. But, I also think that like we teach our boys to be respectful o