I hated working outside the home. Literally hated it. In all the positions I've ever held, (mostly in sales or sales management or marketing), I always had particulars in the jobs that I didn't like. I never really aspired to be a manager or hold a big-deal position. Just always kinda happened. Never felt like I was looked down upon because I was a woman (only because I was a Christian). In fact, the only people who seemed to treat me meanly were other women who worked and wanted my job. Then there were the women who worked and were mad at me because I didn't work outside the home and preferred being a homemaker. (Talk about feminism at its worst. So much for a woman's right to choose.)
Another thing I didn't like was finding babysitters who pretended to love children only to have my children neglected. I didn't like going to work and leaving my children. I didn't like getting them up early in the morning because I had to get to work. I didn't like feeling guilty for not having any energy when I picked them up at night.
AND...I didn't like learning when they were adults that they really, really missed me when I was working. That they really, really wished I'd been home when they came through the door as teenagers---that they wanted to share what their day had been like.
I didn't like having to do laundry, housework and all those other things a woman must do to care for her family when I got home at night. And I didn't like nagging my husband to help me after he'd worked hard all day to provide for us. We didn't have to have my paycheck. EVER. I was in denial when I thought we did. Frugality has its virtues.
These are just the beginnings of why I'd make a lousy feminist. There's so many more--women in authority over men. (don't like it--it just ain't right). Women's right to choose murder over life. (Self-centered, thoughtless and well, ungodly...need I say more?) Family life has suffered. (I've heard all the arguments. I don't buy them. Won't buy them. Homes need moms who love to be moms...otherwise, don't be moms.)
OKAY...SO THAT'S PART OF WHY I MAKE A LOUSY FEMINIST. Think I'll go bake some cookies now. selahV
[© SelahV Today, 2008]
Mrs. V...trust me, of all your commenters, I know about working with women!!!
Anyway, now how do I raise my 5 month old son after reading this! I think I need to quit work and stay home with him! But, when I do that, not sure where the home would be. The mortagage company likes monthly payments. Even though that's the only payment that I have to make each month, not sure I can handle no income!
When you are "in the ministry? the salary is low (as if I am telling you anything). My wife teaches school...so about the best job possible for a working mother! If there is such a thing. At least they will one day be on the same schedule, and maybe even in the same school!
Now, I'm depressed!
Posted by: M. Steve Heartsill | July 26, 2008 at 05:24 PM
Well, I didn't want to depress you my friend. But this just validates that you'd make a lousy feminist, too. :)
Posted by: selahV | July 26, 2008 at 05:40 PM
I'm thinking I make a lousy "malinist" too! My son was born in February. Between my wife and I taking leave from work, he's not had to go to day care yet. But, come the second week of August...we have no choice.
May just be the most difficult thing I've ever done!
Maybe I will win the lottery between now and then! But then again, I guess I would have to play the lottery to win! Maybe a rich relative will die before then! Hmmm...don't have any rich relatives...Maybe someone will come up and say, "We'd like to give you 10 million dollars, because you are a Christ follower...AMEN!
Posted by: M. Steve Heartsill | July 26, 2008 at 06:40 PM
Steve, you sure need a lot for your budget. :) millions? ha. It is a hard thing to leave a baby with babysitters. Very hard. I hated it.
Posted by: selahV | July 26, 2008 at 08:49 PM
You aren't making me feel any better!
Nah, I don't need millions...just enough to make it at home, until Evan is...like 20 or so...then we can go off to college together!
Posted by: M. Steve Heartsill | July 26, 2008 at 08:54 PM
Hooray for lousy feminists. We were fortunate in that my bride was able to stay home until the girls went to school and then she really didn't go full time until they were in elementary school. No, we weren't blessed with millions. At that time we learned to live on what we made. I admire anyone who can stay home...lousy feminist or not. As for Steve...he will have to let Evan go before 20. Our girls were not allowed to single date in a car until they were 16 and then it was a double date with us. Somehow that didn't go over very well. :)
Posted by: Bill (cycleguy) | July 28, 2008 at 03:56 AM
Bill, hooray for you! I've learned so much from watching my daughter in her 20-year homemaker status. I have watched how she has helped support her husband and kept his books for his construction company so he wouldn't have to hire other help. What that gal does and maintains a home is definitely Prov. 31 material. But before he had his business 11 years ago she stayed home and simply spent frugally and managed their lives with the income he provided as an army sergeant. I wish I had been like her when I was a young wife and mother. She inspires me today. selahV
Posted by: selahV | July 28, 2008 at 12:23 PM
Yeah, I'd make a lousy feminist, too:-)
I stayed home much of the time, but worked long enough to realize I couldn't juggle two jobs. One or the other always suffered - either the home, or work.
It's my belief that God places a premium on motherhood, that's it's a privilege to raise these children and train them up, but I sure got ridiculed by other moms who felt I wasn't pulling my load. We needed my paycheck, but I finally gave it up and came home. I've never regretted that decision either.
hugs,
V.
Posted by: vicki | July 29, 2008 at 01:28 PM
Vicki...same is true for several of my friends. We bit the bullet and gave up a lot of things. When my kids were smaller, we did without the chips, doritos and things that increased the food budget. Rarely did we ever eat out. And I mean rarely. Maybe once ever 2 or 3 months. Luckily for us, McDonald's was nearly 30 miles away. Can you believe that? Is that even possible today? hugs back to you. selahV
Posted by: selahV | July 29, 2008 at 02:00 PM