Hymn to a Good Wife: Read it here first.
I sat at the park today and read for awhile. First I read my new Glamour magazine so that I could learn how to apply lipstick, decide cardigans are hot this spring, and figure out how to dress for my body type. Very, very informative stuff. Suddenly I was interupted by the sound of a screaming child. A few feet away, a cute mommy walked slowly with child in each hand. Youngfouryearoldsmartypantys was telling mommy he did not want to leave the park and go home. Littletwoyearoldpreciouspigtails was slooooowwwwwlllllyyyy trying to keep up. Four year old’s voice begins to reach a high pitched scream, “I DON’T WANT TO GO HOME! I DON’T WANT TO GO HOME!” Soon, pigtails begins to follow suite. Mom picks up both precious raging sweethearts and walks as quickly as possible to waiting midsize utlity vehichle.
I begin to wonder: At what point will my maternal instincts and desires for children kick in? Will I wake up one day and think, “I’m ready to not be selfish anymore, wipe snotty noses, stay up all night, fix bottles, wipe bottoms, rock, feed, bathe, coo, read and hush? Will it be a gradual process that picks up speed as more and more of our friends have children? Or do you just dive in knowing what everyone says: the first moment you see them, nothing is the same?
I’ve been reading Proverbs 31. It overwhelms me, to be honest. (Glamour’s lipstick article was way less daunting).
I don’t like mornings very much. I fix cereal. I don’t like grocery shopping. I can’t sew. Sometimes, especially on Sundays, I have trouble facing tomorrow with a smile. I try to be kind, but I’m not always. How is this Proverbs 31 woman so perfect? At least I have a garden…
Do you think we as women are supposed to be all that Proverbs 31 says, or do you think it simply shows all the good qualities we should strive for?