I’m hoping that the curious will find this to be a safe place to think about hard things. I pray that we’re not afraid to admit that searching produces growth. And that’s everything…
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I’m hoping that the curious will find this to be a safe place to think about hard things. I pray that we’re not afraid to admit that searching produces growth. And that’s everything…
“Many books on Christian marriage have been written, but most assume that the Bible puts men in a leadership role, while women are to be submissive. But there’s a better way. Not only is it healthier for families, but it’s more faithful to the Bible. The Bible casts a vision of marriage where men and women co-lead and co-serve as equal partners. This book explores that vision.” (preface)
Mutual By Design is divided into three sections, the first being foundational, the second practical application, and the third “touchy subjects,” or problematic issues like divorce and abuse. This book is the result of a collaboration between highly qualified writers, therapists, and ministers that have come together with CBE- International in order to create a resource to aid couples to thrive in egalitarian marriages. The topics covered are God’s original intentions for marriage, friendship, communication, finances, forgiveness, sex, and defining headship.
The first chapter establishes a ground work that thoroughly spells out the equality and unity between Adam and Eve, the first married couple. They were created in God’s image and for the same purposes of procreation and dominion over the earth. It is clearly explained that the outcome of the fall is not that husbands should rule, but rather that the world will be affected by sin and dominance of men and subjugation of women. Seeing as this was not God’s original intent for marital unity, it can be deduced that creating a more balanced tradition is possible, and helpful, as we work together.
“Mutuality in marriage was God’s design when the foundations of the earth were laid, and it remains God’s desire to this day. Let’s pursue God’s way with all our strength.” (pg. 15)
As the book goes along, I was impressed with the importance it gave to nurturing friendship and mutual respect. Strategies offered in Chapter 3 (on communication) made me feel like I’d just received h a month’s worth of marriage counseling! Several different strategies are laid out, in detail and I wanted to grab my husband of 15 years and print charts and graphs to make sure that we were on the same wavelength! It was like a breath of fresh air how the writers focused on mutual understanding, empathy, and helping couples to find common ground. I’d been so used to reading books in which the husband is encouraged to listen to the wife, the wife is encouraged to give her opinion, and he ends up with the responsibility of making the final decision in question. I’ve heard it a thousand times before that his authority was and her submission led to equal voice in the matter. But this was different. This actually seemed healthy.
As I progressed through each chapter, I became more and more… happy. Thrilled. My husband even noticed that I was smiling from ear to ear, even though our four little sons had systematically destroyed the cleanliness and structure of our house. I guess I was elated that someone was finally teaching couples HOW to live a truly egalitarian marriage rather than to convince them that they should. Somehow, it exemplified the beauty of equal love and equal respect. Honestly, I longed for it. They were saying what I have wanted to hear for years.
The third and final section of the book handles “touchy subjects” like divorce and abuse. In my humble opinion, CBE does a fantastic job of addressing issues that allow for Jesus’ message on the Sermon on the Mount (Matthew 5-7) to shine brightly as opposed to Old Testament Law and Paul’s opinions based on traditional laws of that day. There is a clarity provided that helps individuals in IMPOSSIBLE situations to gain the tools that would glorify God but also obtain freedom to live their lives without the oppression and guilt that might be put upon them by others.
Mutual by Design gives me hope for healthy, broken, and healing marriages, where wives and husbands are strengthened by each other, rather than suppressed or elevated by a picture of hierarchy that is detrimental to authentic unity. The strategies and advice offered would work well in ANY relationship (Comp or Egal) and should be considered as absolutely invaluable.
I hope and pray that this book finds its way into many hands. There’s a truth here that is finally being told. It’s about time.
Pastors should read it.
Couples should read it.
Counselors should read it.
*Noelle Toscano is a published author, speaker and the founder of the group, “Preach Like a Girl.” She is also is the manager of the page “Empowered Ezer’s; Resources for the Rising.” She is constantly looking for books that will empower women to thrive freely in their relationship with God. She lives in Wilmington, Delaware, with her husband and four sons. (Noelle has no pets, because there is enough poop to clean already, and she enjoys being indoors, under a blanket… with chips and dip nearby.)
“3 Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes. 4 Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.”
1 Peter 3:3-4
Ahhh, Biblical Womanhood. We listened to the sermons and took notes attentively at the conferences. We sat at our mother’s kitchen table and heard that God wants us to be gentle.
(Apparently, this is of “great worth” in God’s sight.)
I think I’m in trouble. You see… I was born with an opinion.
(That’s me on the right. Yellin’ as usual. My identical twin sister was a bit more “Biblical,”
As the years have gone by, I have studied the Bible for myself, and amazingly, a different picture of Biblical womanhood has been painted for me. I began to notice that as the many narratives are threaded together, Peter’s short passage is incomplete. Of course, God does not want women to be angry or combative, but it would appear, based on countless Biblical examples, that God uses all kinds of women for His glory. However, they all have one thing in common:
They are bold.
They are confident.
They are spitfires.
They have straight up “cajones” (in the figurative sense, of course!).
*It was with great courage that Eve gave birth to the first human being. (You know that that she thought she was dying. Lord knows I thought I was, every, single, time, even when surrounded by doctors in sterilized hospitals where over twenty healthy babies had successfully been born that day.)
*It was with great courage that Tamar became pregnant in order to keep Judah’s family line from dying out. (Even Judah called her “righteous.” She is in the line of Christ.)
*It was with great courage that Miriam followed the floating basket that held her beloved baby brother, Moses. She approached the princess of Egypt and gave him back to his Hebrew family by way of a his mother’s ability to nurse him. (Miriam, with her brothers, would later become a spiritual leader over all Israel)
*It was with great courage that Rahab hid the Israelite spies, protecting them from those who sought to kill them (also included in the line of Christ and Hebrews 11 which praises individuals for their faith).
*It was with great courage that Deborah was raised up as a prophetess, judge, and leader, becoming, without question, one of the most respected and inspiring judges in Israel’s history.
*It was with great courage that Jael became a valiant warrior, killing Israel’s enemy, Sisera, in her own tent and without her husband’s knowledge.
*It was with great courage that an unnamed woman threw a huge millstone on the evil judge, Abimilech, saving her city as he was attempting to burn it to the ground.
*It was with great courage that Ruth clung to her mother in law, Naomi, abandoning her heritage in order to worship Yahweh. She pursued a marriage to Boaz which was not acceptable at the time. However, the Israelites proclaimed that she was “better than seven sons.” (She is also in the line of Jesus)
*It was with great courage that Abigail usurped her foolish husband’s authority and fed David and his men when they were starving. She saved her entire family from his wrath. (King David later married her after God struck her husband dead.)
*It was with great courage that Esther set a plan in motion to have Haman executed, a military leader who had carefully planned the genocide of her people. (She is considered a savior of Israel.)
*It was with great courage that Mary graciously accepted being the mother of the Messiah, even though the consequence for pregnancy outside of marriage was excommunication, abandonment, or even death.
*It was with great courage that Mary of Bethany elbowed her way to the front of the room to hang onto Jesus’ every word. (I’m also of the opinion that it was the gutsiest thing when she poured that perfume out on His feet, surrounded by men who criticized her for it! Talk about chutzpah!!)
*It was with great courage that Mary Magdalene grabbed those same feet and later ran and publicly proclaimed His resurrection, even when no one believed her!
*It was with great courage that Priscilla risked her life to save Paul! And not for nothin’, she taught the most charismatic preacher of that day, Apollos, setting him straight. (and he actually listened!!)
Since the very moment that Satan fooled Eve, he knew that if he could find a way to steal her courage, he stood a fighting chance for the soul of mankind. What’s worse, the very words of the Bible are being used to shame God’s Holy Spirit filled daughters into silence!! It’s time for this teaching to stop. It’s time for women to know the power of God within them, and to have the courage to
Woman of valor.
Now is the time.
Today is the day.
A day for audacity.
It’s a day to take courage.
It’s a day for epic bravery.
To stay in a marriage that’s rocky…
or leave it if it’s abusive…
To forgive someone who doesn’t deserve it…
To get out of bed after losing a baby…
To speak up…
To be quiet even when you know you’re right…
To start a ministry…
To start a business…
To start……… SOMETHING………….
To say hard things…
To step up…
To finally embrace the freedom that’s always been yours…
Dear sister, the Enemy is going to attempt to disempower your amazing influence on the world. He will tell you that God loves it when you sit down and shut up. But he is the “father of lies.” Don’t believe it.
You are incredibly dangerous.
Mary carried the child that crushed his head into a bloody pulp. Don’t give him a lick of control over how you see yourself. We’ve got work to do! Don those keds or heels or boots or wedges or Converse Airs, (whatev)
This is who you are and what you were made for.
Let’s FINALLY show them what Biblical Womanhood really is…
…and this time,
we’ll actually use the whole Bible.
I keep hearing that this is a “scary time for men.”
“That the whole world is against you.”
“Feminists are taking over.”
“Any woman can say anything about you and ruin your whole life.”
If you are a good man, you have nothing to worry about. (Seriously. Take a breath and listen. I’m trying to help you out here.)
In case you are wondering if you are a good man, or always were, check yourself in these three ways:
then it is considered an unwanted touch. So if you saw this reaction and stopped, you’re fine.)
2.) Have you ever sexually harassed a woman (this would be defined as cat calling, texting or messaging sexually explicit pictures or words, or spreading humiliating rumors)?
3.) Have you ever used a position of authority in order to manipulate woman into having a sexual relationship with you?
IF you answered NO to all three, congratulations!! You’re one of the good ones!! You don’t need to worry about whether or not a past victim is going to come out of the woodwork and suddenly remind you of something that happened 20 years ago! I would be remiss though, that
So here’s the thing… if there is something seedy in your past, it’s time to make it right. You might have been a “good guy” in recent years, but suddenly you remember that girl from high school that you spread a rumor about. Or the time you spiked a date’s drink. Or the time you inappropriately touched the babysitter…
Fix it. Seriously. Make the call. Send the email. Do what you gotta do before it explodes in your face. But most of us don’t see it that way, so take heart. We’re all human.
The real difference between a good guy and a bad guy is his heart…. not his history…
We’re not looking to destroy you.
If you have been feeling like crap lately, you can still fix this but it’s all in how you handle the past…
Because here is the thing I keep noticing… the women are not lying and the men are not denying. For the most part, events were misunderstood because he was being blindly selfish and she was totally confused and trapped. These are impulsive events that reveal the true heart condition of all involved… (ahem… complementarianism on full display)
His desire to dominate and her desire to please and in a moment’s notice, they both fail miserably. Yup, he’s to blame but I’ve noticed this crazy shift of power.
And so our world is suddenly changing because he realizes that there are going to be consequences for every bit of bad behavior and she she suddenly knows that she has a voice that matters.
These are not scary times for men,
they are amazing times for the human race. You don’t have to be afraid!
For the first time, as far as I can see, men are not “ruling” over women in a way that exploits them sexually. For you “good men” out there… please observe without being defensive. It’s not an attack against you. It’s an epic defensive move that is suddenly actually working to support those who have been consistently suppressed since the beginning of time!
And “meh.” (For you who just cannot understand. It’s Okay. Empathy is hard.)
And I don’t want you to feel at all steamrolled by a movement that you are not at all responsible for igniting, but you should know this…
She knows all too well the impact of a “bad man” in her life. (I can almost guarantee it)
Do you care if she was raped?
Do you care if she was manipulated?
Do you care if she was broken?
Last question: How “good” are you if you don’t care what has happened to her?
So rather than to be proud that you have not been a “bad man,” perhaps you can find yourself being a better man.
A better man is:
1.) One who asks. (Don’t be afraid of her feelings and experiences. She doesn’t blame you. She wants to tell you. It’s ready to pour out if you are ready.)
2.) One who owns. (If you have harmed her by ignoring or denying or being oblivious, she’s ready to forgive. Your ignorance is the thing that makes her feel truly lonely.)
3.) One who cares. (If she tells you what she’s been through and you show her that you understand her. It’s a healing balm like nothing else.)
Dear Good men, I believe that you are truly good, but the difference between being good, and truly great, is your ability to own your own past, and be there for her in hers.
The future is male and female. Female and male He created us in His image.
To rule together.
Your face is hot. Ears are suddenly bright red. (I don’t know about you, but my chest becomes blotchy like I have a ferocious sunburn. Unexpected confrontation is just about the only time I welcome a confining turtleneck sweater.) It’s happening. Someone has just asked you a direct question and though in your heart you have the answer, the right words can’t seem to find the way out.
***Many Egalitarians have been indoctrinated with complementarian theology. It’s in the very foundations of our faith in Jesus and our trust in the Bible to tell us how to live. Currently, we endure the torture of reevaluating scriptures that have been utilized to subjugate women for thousands of years. It’s no easy undertaking, but don’t fret. Stretch out that tight collar. I’m here to help! (And don’t worry! It’s easier than you would think!!)
I want you to imagine the devoted complementarian’s Bible. You know it well. It’s worn, highlighted, and most margins are filled in with years worth of thoughts and cross references. They are lovers of the Good Book. Let’s not hate on them for it. Most are not power hungry or evil. They are simply misled.
Somebody taught it to them wrong.
Somebody taught it to you wrong.
Somebody taught it to you right later.
And who knows… you might just be the person who teaches it to them right… now.
This particular complementarian has cornered you with a statement similar to THIS:
“The best way to read Scripture is in its ‘plainest sense.’ 1 Timothy 2:12 spells it out perfectly.” (And then they will recite it, word for word, stinging your soul because though they would appear to be right, they just aren’t. With a smug smile, they look at you and blink hard. They are waiting. They think that they have sunk you. It’s Okay, because you are ready. Let’s move, grasshoppah. We’ve totally got this.)
First of all, become extremely familiar with the entire passage. Likely, they read it with their choice words highlighted, yet ignore the surrounding verses. You can use this to your advantage later.
(There are a few ways to righteously handle the person who decides to point this verse out to you but I will offer three “rebuffs” or “BOMBS” that you can keep in your back pocket, ready to whip out in a moment’s notice.)
THE FIRST BOMB: Ask them the rhetorical question,
“What do you think that it means that Paul uses this unique phrasing when he begins that statement, ‘I do not allow…’?” (then wait a minute. If they stumble and fumble, help ’em out!)
“I have often wondered if he is offering his own opinion, based on personal experience and within the context of the culture at hand. Women were uneducated. Women were considered second class citizens, barely valued above livestock and even then only for their ability to bear sons. Do you think their legal roles within the society and tradition of that day affected Paul’s opinion of the leadership of women?”
*(And does Paul offer his personal opinion anywhere else? Oh YES! Remind them of a 1 Corinthians 7 passage and be sure to know the address. Comps are totally intimidated when you know the verse and can recite verbatim! They mistakenly believe that YOU are led by feelings and THEY are led by facts. So when you offer facts, they can become a bit befuddled. It’s totally great to watch them try to come up with their own verse to outsmart you.)
Lock it in your memory: 1 Corinthians 7:25
The point: Paul’s phrasing in 1 Timothy 2:12 that that “I do not allow” can be compared to the wording here where he says, “I have no command from the Lord.” Basically, he is saying, “God has not told me either way.” We should raise an eyebrow and consider the fact that Paul seems to, at times, offer personal opinions and judgements.
This particular example in 1 Corinthians 7 discourages women from marrying, which could be said to be contradictory to God’s command to human beings to “be fruitful and multiply (Genesis 1:28).” Paul is giving a personal opinion, based on his own experiences with having a desire to be undistracted by a wife and family. Basically, it isn’t always black and white and here we have a perfect example of a gray area.
Then conclude the line of thinking with something like this:
“So in order to more successfully investigate the context of this verse, we must consider that Paul may not have been offering God’s mandate as an all inclusive, prescriptive command for all of humans for all of time. Rather, could it be that he is addressing the culture of those days and the extenuating circumstances surrounding the early church?”
(If you can make them think critically, even if just for a minute, consider it a WIN! People respond well to not being judged, but rather to leaving it open ended so they can come to their own conclusions.)
THE SECOND BOMB: What is the meaning of “quiet” or “silence?” Get to the bottom of this issue. Instead of going on the defensive and psychoanalyzing the Greek words used, or whether or not that part was added (which many believe is the case but comps will give you a giant eye roll if you even suggest), ask them the question pertaining to application within their own churches.
“Are there currently women in positions of authority over men? The missions team? Youth ministry? Children’s ministry? Worship? Finance? How do you reconcile that women are, in fact, leading men within your fellowship?”
(This is a great one if there are men and women serving in many areas and women are permitted to speak, lead, or have authority over men, but just not as pastors or elders. The bottom line is this: THEY WANT THESE WOMEN WORKING. They just don’t want to acknowledge that they are in charge. It’s amazing to see comps backpedal, trying to figure out how to maintain a “structure” of hierarchy without looking like total hypocrites. I like to get a really “spacey” look on my face and say, “I’m confused.” When they try to explain why it’s OK at their church, I remind them of 1 Timothy 2:12.)
Then finish it off with something like this:
“It seems like you don’t have an issue with women in authority when it is convenient, but when it comes to titles and maintaining control, you straddle the fence. So should the men on the worship team, children’s ministry, and youth group simply quit, or should the women in leadership be fired?”
(Then let that marinade for a minute.)
THE THIRD BOMB: It’s time to address context, specifically referring to the fact that 1 Timothy 2:8-15 is chock full of some of the most confusing (and disobeyed, I might add!) verses that Paul ever penned.
(In case you hadn’t noticed, a few, carefully worded questions, contradictions, and misapplications are all that you might need to punch holes in the entire foundation that one cherry picked verse has afforded them.)
You don’t need a doctorate in theology. You don’t need a 100 page thesis statement. You don’t need fancy formal ordination. You are qualified because God has qualified you. He approves of you. You just need to become super familiar with these bombs and be ready to detonate at any moment. Remember, the goal is not to convince them. That is the work of the Holy Spirit. Your goal is to be obedient to open your mouth and speak, to handle the pressure and dismantle the proud (1 Peter 3:15)
You are not going to convince a lifelong, confrontational, complementarian to change their mind in one conversation. The best we could ever hope for is that they would consider that it deserves another look from a different angle.
(The kingdom is like a mustard seed, my dear friends. It starts small and becomes huge… Start small.
And lastly, let go of your poor, stretched out, turtleneck collar. Take a deep breath, and smile at them confidently.
Take a look around.
You aren’t trapped in a corner…..
I read the words over and over again but I couldn’t seem to grasp that he’d really posted it to my wall. An old college friend who’s last “in person” words to me were,
“I’m so proud of you!” (followed by a zealous bear hug in spite of my gigantic pregnant belly!)
You see, my book had recently been published and a speaking tour had followed. He had become a pastor. I was a wife and mother. But he was proud of my independent ministry accomplishments.
Four full years later there was no pride. Only shame.
We all have our things we post about constantly. Some love to share a picture of their latest favorite meal. Others enjoy the car selfie (which provides the best lighting! AMMIRIGHT??). Others love their diet plans or a finger and thumb grasping the essential oil that is currently saving their morning. Some people are political. Some are religious. Some request prayer for their child’s case of strep, or a cold or stomach bug. Whatev. I don’t mind. Post away. You do you. I know what’s important to you and I’m totally kew wit it. I promise.
If you know me at all, you already know that I often post about equality and women’s issues and empowerment. I realize that I might be annoying at times. I can be very direct. Forgive me. It’s truly amazing how black and white it can become when you’ve finally seen the light. I just get excited, ya know!
Some have been quite gracious though they disagree. Some have taken me aside to confront me in person. Some have become angry. Some have said I was dangerous. Many have said that negative experiences have damaged what God intended to be a beautiful hierarchy.
(Everybody has an opinion. It’s fine. Really.)
I thought I’d heard it all, but I never expected to advocate for women and then be faced with the words,
“Little stay at home FB mommies are not oppressed.”
It stuck in my brain like a piece of chewed gum gets tangled in your hair. It hurt like hell, but it was also insignificant. I’ve taken the last few weeks to process, pick away, and try to figure out what bothered me so much.
First: as I support women, am I doing it in a way that paints me as a victim seeking restitution? If so, then I am definitely doing something wrong. Yes, I have had negative experiences in the name of complementarian theology, and perhaps that has painted a somewhat skewed picture of what complementarianism is supposed to be. You tell me.
Do these experiences count as oppression? Am I currently oppressed?
Truthfully, I have no interest in identifying as a victim. These things are in the past and I do not feel as though they put me in the category with those who are truly oppressed on a day to day basis. Because that’s what I believe my old college friend was trying to say when he said I was not oppressed. There ARE so many that are victimized daily with no help in sight!
World wide, over 90% of the violence and abuse that occurs is towards females.
-Female genital mutilation.
-No voting rights.
So here’s the kicker… I had no idea of the true measure of the worldwide oppression against women until I experienced a teeny toenail clipping of it for myself. What I mean is that by psychoanalyzing the pain and marginalization that I have personally felt, I am able to more clearly understand, somehow, and to realize how devastating it is to millions of women every single day.
So what good does it do to speak about empowerment, freedom, and equality in the Facebook vortex of desserts and politics and oils and stomach bugs and miles run? Honestly, I dunno. I do it because you do it, too (about the things that you care about). I do it because maybe somebody is listening that needs to hear it. I do it because I care about the oppression of other people… especially those who I relate to most…
Christian women who don’t believe that they can and should do hard things for God.
Christian women who are suppressing their spiritual gifts.
Christian women who don’t believe that what God is teaching them could help a dear brother in his own personal walk.
Christian women who are stuffed into man made boxes that they were never meant to fit into.
Christian women who have no idea who they are or what God longs to do through them.
I can’t control how you perceive me, no matter how pure my motives are. Maybe you are totally right and what I say doesn’t actually matter
. But this I am absolutely certain of…
at least I saw the oppressed,
at least I tried.
And if you won’t even see me and what I have been through, what does that say about your care for them?
We started so strong. The minute my children were released from school, back in June, I was absolutely determined to develop and maintain a level of structure that would find us all thriving.
(Haha. So close.)
I have four sons who’s ages range from nine to two. The “big guys” would go catatonic playing Minecraft and Roblox without intervention. Seriously, watching a Disney movie together is practically quality time. So I carefully devised a “notebook system” which gave them accountability to accomplish daily tasks in exchange for one dollar ($5 in total per week). They read chapter books, had “constructive” time both indoor and outdoor, and did chores. We did Ok for a while (These boys love cold hard cash and have been able to save most of it as the summer has progressed.).
I dug these out from under their beds tonight. Don’t you worry, I dusted them off just for you.
And I can’t complain because I was absolutely loving that I didn’t have to schlep anybody to and from school. The mornings were amazing. Rolling over in bed, I’d gaze at the clock: 9:46 am. Tossing myself back over, I’d plan to reevaluate when I heard somebody crying and went right back to sleep (Mama’s of little “littles,” don’t hate. I did my time. It gets better. This is my little hopeful ad for you.). Not gonna lie, I usually got up at around 10:30 am, and remained squarely in my pajamas until well after lunch.
But of course that means that everyone was wide awake late at night. I thought we were doing Ok giving everyone ten minute warnings at 10:00pm, but then it just seemed to push later and later. By August, I awoke at 3 am to find my seven year old sleeping on the staircase. He was holding his tightly to his tablet and passed out on the way to the bedroom. (Oh my stars!) Carrying him to his bed, he whispered,
“You let me play too long…”
“My dear child, I failed you.”
I pray he never remembers.
Can we talk about my two “little guys” for a minute? They are two and four years old. My four year old has taken to yelling “Oh My God” randomly even though I haven’t taken the Lord’s name in vain, regretfully, since I was thirteen. He likes to hide behind couches while I imagine kidnappers have invaded my home and snatched him, laughing all the while I search in vain. He is almost always covered in his own feces. Heaven help me.
And my two year old is as clingy as saran wrap. He is most happy to be sitting on my lap while breathing my air and caressing my face. He is the world’s best hugger, the sweetest of sweet, and because of my issues with personal space, I often wonder if I am going to lose my mind by breakfast. I’ll take “poop kid” to this invasion of privacy.
One nice thing, is that their summer wardrobe is exclusively underwear. Camo, Superhero, or their Grammie’s generous gifts of neon boxer briefs, it all makes the laundry situation much easier. I do apologize to the neighbors though. There are a lot of underwear clad boys running around in our back yard. I suppose it takes a minute to get used to…
I have one big guy that never stops talking, from the moment he wakes, until he passes out from exhaustion. He shares with me every nuance about Pokemon and Digimon and Skylanders with a passion that I wish I had… about anything. I adore you child, but I need a minute. The other big guy is truly fascinating, but he fidgets and can often be found tearing the seams of couch cushions and picking the leather from our kitchen chairs. His thoughts are deep and has yet to find a landing point so our home is very gradually being dismantled. It’s Ok. Summer is long. I’m over it.
I have what I call, “The Witching Hour.” It’s four o’clock. The moment that my patience drains like tub water and they start to hide and scatter in various corners and cubby holes. They all, including Mr. Clingy, have gotten wise to the moment it is time to avoid the lady with the grumpy face that we usually seek for anything we need. She doesn’t bite, but she barks… I don’t know what happens to me at that hour, but I just can’t seem to get it together. Maybe it’s the disaster of a house. Maybe it’s the fact that I have yet to wash my face. Maybe it’s the lack of creativity that I can muster an interesting and nutritious dinner for this pack of starving wolves (and the fact that each one has been eating food, every moment of this god forsaken day since they woke up). I dunno. Maybe it’s just me.
I tried to drown my boredom and sorrows in Netflix binge watching but it hasn’t made me any happier. As they approach to present a new and damp watercolor painting, I can be heard muttering,
“I love you. Your picture is amazing. Mom is currently busy watching… something grown up. Please go do something else until I’m not sure when…”
(Forgive me again. Summer is hard.)
I’m not one of those moms that has the need to get them out of the house everyday. If that’s you… bless. I will never be you. I have dealt with a few too many tantrums, blowouts, and lost children in public places to believe that it’s really worth it. No thank you. This mom is committed to her children believing that boredom is good and their home is awesome and all they really need to thrive… here… in this house that we pay for with money that they can never really appreciate. Enjoy. It’s all there is.
This brings me to my final point… Nutella. You are my savior.
In sandwiches… my children have loved you.
And I thank Costco for selling two giant containers for $8.99 because my kids needed you in crunch time. When “Witching Hour” zombie mom gave you crackers and nutella, you were there to make sure that they were oblivious to my obvious depression, and they dug in. When I had a moment of rare creativity, I knew that grilling nutella in a beautiful and perfect sandwich would erase the woes and boredom and monotony this late August summer day.
Nutella, you are heaven.
You saved my summer.
Even for the child that avoided the bread and licked the insides clean, I could not give a rip because he was truly happy.
And in the end of this summer, I’m thankful.
I’m thankful for the raw, uninterupted, time with them.
I’m thankful for my children. You are unique and amazing.
And, I’m thankful for Nutella. You kept it real.
Get your perfect… shining… flawless…. new backpacks on….
and get the heck out.
With all of my love,
(Hope you had a fantastic summer!!)
As I sit here and fold the laundry, it’s just little boys’ underwear.
The same thing every single goshdarnn day.
It is their summer wardrobe. And I’m just jealous because of bras and skin toner and shaving and…. someone coming to the door that I’m not prepared for………….
What must it be like for four children who know nothing of birds and bees and shame and patriarchy and privilege? I wouldn’t know.
I’m raising four sons to be leaders… not of women… not of their future wives… but of the world. I’m raising them to become servants of people, to be humble and considerate and kind and selfless… even though they are white, and male… and dear friends…..
Forgive me if this post seems strange. I’m just trying to be honest. I have no idea why society will give them status and honor that they have never earned. I have no idea why they might be escorted to the front of the line or to the head of the table based on skin pigmentation and gender only. I have cautioned them to put others first… to be colorblind… to be feminists, to advocate… to be sensitive to the fact that they are, indeed, no more important than any woman, or man, or child, or anyone of any race than they themselves have found themselves.
But how will they understand injustice enough to care when they never experience it for themselves?
But I just can’t seem to find my footing. I am 37. I’m a free spirit. I love the fringes. I have pink hair. I have four sons. I have a very kind husband. I love the Bible and teaching and I have a heart for the lost. I’m a shepherdess and (at times) a prophetess and when I am mopping my kitchen God audibly tells me things…. (shhh, don’t tell anyone that this happens!)
But I just don’t seem to know what to do with that.
I’m… just…. lost…..
Four piles of tiny, superhero underwear.
Four carefree boys.
Four beautiful souls that could change the entire direction of our world some day…
if they wanted to.