I read a post this week that annoyed me.
It went something like, "I gave up my life for my children for too long and now I'm asserting my right to be a real woman and get a real job . . . because I don't want my daughters to grow up believing their mom was a loser like I thought my mom was a loser because she stayed at home to raise her children and didn't do anything with her life."
eye roll. groan.
And even as I am preparing to write about it I feel like I sound like a huffy mom with bad hair and an attitude, who thinks every woman should be at home making crockpot dinners and reciting the Pledge of Allegiance with her ten kids.
Some of my friends are great mothers and they have a career too and that suits them. Some of my friends work a little, some not at all; we're all working on finding balance and wholeness and having a healthy and happy home.
And there are moms who work whose children resent them because they are stressed out or unhappy, and moms who stay at home full time whose children resent them because they are stressed out or unhappy . . . it's not what you do, it's who you are.
Madeleine L'Engle compared our life to a sonnet- the structure is there, but what we say is up to us.
I have come to believe that what we do- our chosen career path- is secondary to what our lives speak . . .
if a woman is confidant, and creative, and embraces life . . . if she can give her energy to something she is passionate about and still laugh out loud, then it matters very little if she works outside the home or in, if she has a professional career or if she clips coupons and blogs during naptime.
we each must decide how best to use our time and talents, and I think that the conviction that what we do matters . .. that we are living generously and somehow bettering humanity with what we do each day is the only way to feel successful . . . and the only way that our children will grow-up respecting the role of mother, however we choose to live it.