Women March Madness

Women March Madness

I kept seeing the images on television and on the internet of thousands of women marching and protesting.  These were not women I knew.  They were angry and vulgar.  They shouted obscenities and mocked those with different opinions or values.  They wore costumes depicting private body parts and carried signs declaring their right to “healthcare” and reproductive “choices”.

As a woman, I was disgusted by the actions and hateful speech of these women.  These women ripped apart the dignity of womanhood and denigrated our special God-given gifts.  These were not women I knew.

I have known many great women in my life; women who gave everything for their families and loved ones.  Women who taught me about unconditional love and  self-sacrifice.  Women who taught me to have faith in God and to find Jesus in everyone I meet.

I have truly been blessed with the wonderful women with whom God has chosen to be apart of my life.  My mother put her nursing career on hold so that she could be at home and raise her four daughters.  For eighteen years, she lovingly cooked, cleaned, shopped, did laundry, carpools, and budgeting.  She and my father took us to mass every Sunday.  I witnessed my mom pray her rosary and read her bible.  She never wavered in her faith.

As a child, I did not look upon women who were housewives as “less” of a woman or of not meeting their potential.  It was rather the opposite.  I looked forward to the day that I would marry and have children and could be the best wife and mother I could possibly be.  Times changed, and although I was able to marry and spend some time being home with my babies, more often I worked outside of the home as a second income was needed.  My children are now all grown.  I treasure my memories of those years that my husband and I spent raising our daughter and two sons.

Over the years, I was very blessed to know and love many special and unique women.  There was my childhood neighbor, Mrs. Larson; my Girl Scout leader, Mrs. Gloria; my husband’s grandmother, Mama Nu; and my mother-in-law, Carmen.  These women and many more all had a special role in forming the woman, wife and mother I have become and also in forming the woman my daughter has become.

The women marchers would probably say I am old-fashioned.  They would argue that women are much more than a “wife” and “mother”; that women can have the world and should take whatever their heart desires.  These marchers are sadly mistaken.

The women who had the most influence on me were strong and independent, but also gentle and compassionate.  They took pride in their status as a wife, a mother and sometimes a grandmother.  What was done for their husbands, children and grandchildren was done with love.  There was no sacrifice too great.

I love being a woman.  I love being a wife, mother and grandmother.  It gives me great joy to love, support and encourage those around me.  I am not angry.  I never feel cheated.  I feel blessed.

“When a man marries, he gets the finest thing he will ever have – a wife to help and encourage him.” Sirach 36:24

C’est Bon

Love

Sherry

 

 

 

 

 

What are little boys made of?

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I was the oldest of four girls.  I had no brothers.  My two youngest sisters are 10 and 15 years younger than me.  Needless to say, I did an awful lot of babysitting for my mom.  By the time I was a teenager, I could feed, burp, change, and soothe a little one.  There was nothing about being a mother that I was uncomfortable with….until the day my husband and I were expecting our second child and the doctor told us during the ultrasound that he was 100% sure the baby was a boy!

Boy!…  I knew girls…I had three younger sisters, and one daughter.  My daughter was two at the time and very girly.  She liked bows in her hair, dresses, playing with dolls….  What did I know about raising a boy?

My husband assured me that having been a boy himself;  he had this.  But, my husband was in the Navy.  For the first year of our son’s life, my husband was mostly away on deployments.  I thought, OK, a little boy can not be that different from a little girl.  That was so not true!

My daughter was very quiet and independent.  My son was loud and dependent.  My little girl was neat and clean.  My little boy was dirty and busy.  It amazed me how at such a young age, I could see such a huge difference between the girl and the boy.

Once my husband had served his time in the Navy, he was very true to his word.  We had another son and my husband was very active in teaching both boys sports and helping out with coaching their teams.  Football was the main sport at our house.

Once, I picked up my oldest son after a pee-wee football practice, and was shocked to find the entire team covered in mud.   It had rained that day and the practice field was a muddy mess.  My husband was still at work.  I got the child into my vehicle and some how  managed to get him home.  Just then, his dad drove up.  I was standing in the yard with our son, who was only recognizable by his green eyes, and said to my husband, “I don’t know what to do with him!”  My husband laughed and said, “get me the hose.”  He hosed off our son and the two of them had a great time talking about the muddy practice.  My husband shared his old muddy football stories with his son.  It was a great father – son moment!

Boys and girls are just different.  That is how God intended it to be.  It pains me to hear about the gender identity crisis occurring in our society.  There are parents who think their tomboy little girls should dress like the boys, go to the boys’ rest room and call themselves “David” if they want. The parents are no longing guiding, teaching, serving as role models.   There are many children today who are growing up within a philosophy that gender does not matter.  You can be whatever, whomever you want to be.  I find that to be a slap in the face of our Creator.

It is also a matter of science.  Men and women have different chromosomes.  Men have 2 different sex chromosomes (XY).  Women have 2 of the same kind of sex chromosomes (XX).  Men and women can change the outside appearance of their bodies all they want.  They can have surgeries, take hormones…but the fact remains that the sex chromosomes will remain the same.  That person will always be what God intended them to be.

God’s intention is nothing but beautiful!

Genesis 2:21 “Then the Lord God made the man fall into a deep sleep, and while he was sleeping, he took out one of the man’s ribs and closed up the flesh.  He formed a woman out of the rib and brought her to him.  Then the man said, “At last here is one of my own kind – Bone taken from my bone, and flesh from my flesh. Woman is her name because she was taken out of man. ” That is why a man leaves his father and mother and is united with his wife, and they become one.”

I now have a granddaughter who is seven and a grandson who is four.  They are extremely different characters.  And everything is just as it should be.

What are little granddaughters made of? Bows, fingernail polish, My Little Ponies, American Girl Dolls, Princesses, and Ballet shoes.

What are little grandsons made of?  Pirates, Ninja Turtles, football, wrestling, cowboy boots, puppy dogs, trucks, and Spider Man.

C’est Bon,

Love,

Sherry