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Betty Draper, Richard Nixon & Evangelical Stay-at-Home Moms

23 Tuesday Apr 2013

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Betty DraperI just finished a research paper about the tension that exists between evangelical stay-at-home moms’ expectations of motherhood vs. their actual experience of motherhood. What I learned was too good to keep to myself, so I’ll be sharing it over the next few weeks in bite-sized pieces. I hope you’ll find it affirming, challenging, and empowering.

Consider this statement from journalist Carla Barnhill, former editor of Christian Parenting Today. “For many evangelicals, the 1950s are the epitome of all that is good and holy in family life—Dad at work, Mom at home, the three-bedroom house with a yard, a dog, a station wagon, and two happy, smiling children. This is the family we are trying to live up to.”[1]

Evangelical scholar Mary Stewart Van Leeuwen says:

…the kind of family many Christians regard as normative is actually historically quite recent…the present, idealized role-structure of the nuclear family—father as commuting bread-winner, mother as full-time homemaker and childrearer, children seen as tender plants in need of special shelter and carefully-paced education—is largely a product of the nineteenth-century urban middle class.[2]

NixonWhat evangelicals today consider the model of the Christian family has little to do with scripture and more to do with the agendas of past politicians like Richard Nixon.[3]

Barnhill observes, “In an effort to make the American way of life appear superior to Communism, mid-century American political leaders promoted the idea that in America, every family could own its own home, that jobs were so plentiful and lucrative women had the luxury of staying home, that capitalism allowed every family to own a car and a washing machine.[4]”

Historian Elaine Tyler May explains:

For Nixon, American superiority rested on the ideal of the suburban home, complete with modern appliances and distinct gender roles for family members. He proclaimed that the ‘model’ home, with a male breadwinner and a full-time female homemaker, adorned with a wide array of consumer goods, represented the essence of American freedom.[5]

Leave it to Beaver wordsIgnorant of the political history behind this model of the family, most evangelicals have mistakenly assumed that the model is rooted in scripture and therefore have adopted it as God’s blueprint for the family.[6]

In this model, the prescribed support role of the mother revolves around helping her husband and children reach their full potential and discover their unique gifts and contributions to the world. Her own gifts, potential, and contributions to the world outside of her family, however, are not encouraged or affirmed.

Spiritual director and author Ruth Haley Barton observes:

I know women who have spent a lifetime adapting to their husband’s life and calling—enduring financial hardship so he can go to school, holding down the fort at home while he travels, managing the household while he spends long hours working, studying or ministering, being tolerant of the stress all of this places on the marriage and family—never thinking of asking for the same opportunities for themselves. Somehow they feel that the privilege of having that kind of support in life goes with being male, not female.[7]

We need to move away from husband-centered and child-centered theologies of family and, instead, embrace a more Trinitarian theology of family that values and supports each member of the family equally. We must also correct the misconception that the 1950s breadwinning male and homemaking female model is the ideal, most ‘biblical,’ or most ‘Christian’ model of the family.

Leave it to Beaver familyI believe it is crucial that evangelical churches stop imposing a one-size-fits-all 1950s political model onto families.

Churches have a unique opportunity to promote a powerful message of freedom: Every couple is free to discern, between themselves and God, what arrangement is best for their family—based on their unique needs, temperaments, gifts, and opportunities in a particular season of life.

Couples should also be encouraged to re-evaluate their arrangement regularly to make sure that no one’s mental or physical health is suffering, and if so, to make some minor or major changes.

Van Leeuwen summarizes this need for freedom well:

There is nothing unbiblical about traditional family roles, provided the family is healthy in other ways. But neither is the traditional family the only (or always the best) way to organize such roles for marital health, adequate parenting and kingdom service. So let us, in this vocation as in others, be prepared to exercise responsible Christian freedom and allow others to do likewise.[8]

Let me state clearly that I’m not against being a full-time at-home mom. I’ve been one for eight years. I believe, however, that it’s important to understand the political roots of the “traditional” family model so that we don’t mistakenly embrace it as “God’s model” and, therefore, force ourselves into it, or force ourselves to stay in it longer than is beneficial or healthy for us or our families.

For further reading on how wealth and privilege play into the prescribed model of the Christian housewife, check out How Much Money Does it Take to Be A Good Christian Woman? by Jenny Rae Armstrong.

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[1] Carla Barnhill, The Myth of the Perfect Mother:: Rethinking the Spirituality of Women. (Grand Rapids: Baker Books, 2004) 17.

[2] Mary Stewart Van Leeuwen, Gender and Grace: Love, Work & Parenting in a Changing World. (Downers Grove: InterVarsity Press, 1990), 169-170.

[3] Barnhill, The Myth, 18.

[4] Barnhill, The Myth, 18.

[5] Elaine Tyler May, Homeward Bound: American Families in the Cold War Era (New York: Basic Books, 1999), xv-xvii.

[6] Barnhill, The Myth, 18.

[7] Ruth Haley Barton, Longing for More: A Woman’s Path to Transformation in Christ. (Downers Grove: InterVarsity Press, 2007), 34.

[8] Van Leeuwen, Gender and Grace, 185.

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Two Days with the Monks

28 Thursday Mar 2013

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Trappist AbbeyI just returned from two days and two nights with the Trappist monks at their wine country abbey near Lafayette, Oregon. A personal retreat is a requirement for a seminary class I’m taking and this particular abbey was my first location choice because they have hiking trails on about 1,300 acres. 

I spent two and a half hours one afternoon hiking up and around the abbey mountain. I didn’t see another person the entire time. It was wonderful just being with the squirrels, birds, trees, and God. One of my favorite parts of the hike was listening to the singing of the birds. Their songs were so varied and beautiful.

Whenever I’m captured by the wonder of nature I always want sing two songs:

Trappist Abbey trailFor the beauty of the earth, for the beauty of the skies/For the love which from our birth, over and around us lies/Lord of all to Thee we raise, this our hymn of thankful praise

This is my Father’s world and to my listening ears/All nature sings and around me rings the music of the spheres/This is my Father’s world, he shines in all that’s fair/In the rustling grass I hear him pass, he speaks to me everywhere

Being in the beauty of creation is good for my soul. It relaxes, refreshes, and inspires me. It’s as if God’s love and peace are stuck some place deep inside of me, but as I walk and breathe and take in my surroundings, the love and peace are released and permeate my entire body and being. I feel alive.

Here’s my recommendation for moms. Get away for a couple of nights. Release your children into the care of your husband or a trusted relative or friend. Go someplace beautiful and spend time outdoors. Care for yourself and invest in yourself this way. It’s good for you. It’s healthy. It reminds you that you too are a person in need of rest and care.

On your retreat, let God care for you. Be quiet. In the silence, as you move and as you are still, listen for God’s loving voice. Let God love you. Let God free you from the accusing internal voices, and from the expectations that others put on you and that you put on yourself. Let God speak the truth to you about who you really are.

When was the last time you let God nurture you through nature? Have you ever taken a personal retreat? 

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What Moms Must Not Give Up

10 Sunday Feb 2013

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Of course a mother gives up a lot for her child: blood, sleep, tears, not to mention time, money, and peace of mind. But a mother must not feel obliged to give up herself. Not unless she wants to raise a motherless child.

– Lisa Cronin Wohl

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Invisible Mom

08 Friday Feb 2013

Posted by Marta Oti Sears in differentiation, invisible mom, Whole mom

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imagesI was standing alone in the corner of the gym watching my 11-year-old daughter and her teammates play volleyball. The small gym of the opposing team didn’t have bleachers, just chairs lining both sides of the court filled with parents, siblings, and grandparents.

My daughter and her teammates were playing hard and enjoying themselves. Their bright eyes and flushed, focused faces took me back to my high school volleyball team. I loved the high I experienced during intense competition. It was a combination of adrenaline; the sense of empowerment and strength; and the beauty, mutuality, and art of functioning as a team.

A fast overhand serve flew over the net and my daughter got under it for a great pass. Parents, grandparents, and little brothers cheered, “Great job Gabriela!” Another teammate made five great overhand serves in a row and shouts of praise and affirmation rang out for her too.

This is so good for them! I thought. It’s so good for these girls to feel strong, to gain confidence, to have all of these people here watching them and cheering them on. My internal dialogue then shifted as though I was speaking directly to the girls. Enjoy this moment girls. Soak it all in. Because when you’re a 39-year-old mom, you’re going to feel invisible.  

My eyes welled up as the impact of the word “invisible” hit something raw inside of me.

In my mind I saw a middle-aged woman who had made a slow and subtle mistake. In the process of loving and giving of herself to her family, she’d gone too far. She’d given up herself. She existed to support the lives of her children and husband, to help them thrive and be successful. She was a hollow, lonely, invisible woman.

It was a dark moment. One that I knew I needed to spend time unpacking. I knew in my head that it wasn’t true, or that it didn’t have to be true. But it felt true. In that moment, in that season, I felt invisible.  

(I plan to write more on the theme of “being seen,” including happier stories than this one. Part of me wondered if I should apologize for this story being kind of a downer, but I decided not to. I think it’s important to be honest, real and balanced by sharing our dark experiences as well as those that are full of grace and light. Both are helpful and needed.) 

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Exhibitionist Mom

27 Sunday Jan 2013

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Woman-Bathing-in-a-Shallow-Tub-1886-large-1201235283There’s a running joke on my mom’s side of the family that everyone has seen my mom naked. Or nearly naked.

When I was a kid my family spent part of a summer in a Colorado cabin with my aunt (my mom’s sister), uncle, and four boy cousins.

One afternoon, while my aunt was feeding all of us kids lunch in the kitchen, my mom walked out of the bathroom and faced us. She had just showered and was holding a towel in front of her, covering just the front of her body. She engaged in a little small talk with us and then asked, “Where’s Uncle Gail?” (Her sister’s husband.)

With a smirk on her face, my aunt pointed to the living room behind my mom as laughter erupted around the kitchen table. Sitting on the couch, my uncle calmly held up his open newspaper, pretending that he hadn’t just seen my mom in all her glory.

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When Andy I were newlyweds we vacationed with my parents in Victoria, British Columbia and stayed in adjoining hotel rooms. One morning Andy knocked on the door to my parents’ room and mom said, “Come in,” thinking it was me. When Andy entered she was standing with her back to him in her underwear only.

Having heard the family stories, Andy thought, this is awkward, but I guess I’ll just try to act normal, ask my question, and get out of here. Later they both expressed their shock to me: Andy, at mom saying “come in” when she was practically naked; and mom, at Andy’s lack of decency in standing there and engaging her in conversation.

tahitian women bathingGrowing up, I saw mom walking around the house in her bra and underwear. Sometimes I’d see her naked as she got out of the shower or into her swimsuit.

I remember tracing the stretch marks on her tummy with my fingers when I was little. I liked their softness and the thought that I had lived in there for nine months.

Seeing my mom’s body in the context of everyday life was a gift. It gave me a sense of comfort and ease about my own body and bodies in general. Bodies weren’t something to be ashamed or embarrassed of, even if they didn’t look like the ones in the magazines.

Mom had a birthday this week and I’d like to offer up a virtual toast to her.

Mom, here’s to you. To your exhibitionist tendencies. To your healthy embrace of the the human body. To being comfortable in your own skin and helping me be comfortable in mine. You’re beautiful and I love you!

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Bellies, Bikinis and True Love

15 Tuesday Jan 2013

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A bikini is no longer an option for me. After two pregnancies, my stretched out bellybutton turns down on both ends like it’s frowning. Yep, these days I want to be fully clothed when I do push ups or put my body into the “plank” yoga position. Otherwise my loose tummy skin hangs down like a wrinkly elongated bagel made of jello.

It’s not totally hideous. I still walk around in my bra and underwear in front of my kids. But I’ve been tempted on more than one occasion to ask Siri (my personal iPhone assistant), “How much is the cheapest tummy tuck in Portland, Oregon?”

3-stages-of-womans-belly-300x100When Andy and I were lying in bed a few months ago, I pulled the sheet up over my stomach and said, “I’m just going to cover up my wrinkly tummy.” Andy moved the sheet aside, kissed my stomach and said, “I love your wrinkly tummy and what it represents.”

No one else can say that to me, and mean it, but Andy.

I remember him touching and kissing my growing belly during my pregnancies, expressing his love for me and our yet-to-be-born children. And he’s continued to touch and kiss my tummy since then, sending me a beautiful, counter-cultural message: You are as beautiful now at 39 as you were at 22.

We were talking yesterday and realized that we both think the other is actually more physically attractive now than when we were dating or newlyweds. We agreed that we were both more critical of each other back then. Not that we criticized each other out loud, but that we noticed things about each other’s appearance that we thought could use improvement.

I think that must have been part of immature love. Now we see each other clearly. We know each other deeply. We’ve gone through hard times. We’ve asked for forgiveness. We’ve grown through failure and disappointment.

Seventeen years of life shared together has adjusted our vision. We see clearly, now more than ever, that what we have is beautiful.

(Photos are by photographers Sarah Sampedro and Savannah.)

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New Year’s Awkwardness

01 Tuesday Jan 2013

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new year eveNew Year’s is an awkward holiday. Cultural influences make me believe that I should be at a party on New Year’s Eve. The thought of staying home with just my immediate family makes me feel like kind of a loser.

Which is what happened this year. Andy and I got married on December 30th seventeen years ago, so we’re usually too busy planning and enjoying a two-night anniversary getaway to have space to plan a New Year’s Eve party.

Another awkwardness is the pressure to look back and reflect on the year. Sometimes I don’t want to do that. Sometimes the year has been hard, like this year, and I’m afraid to look back. Afraid I’ll come up empty in the “highlights” or  “successes” category.

Today, however, I went for a walk and decided I wasn’t going to let fear push me around. I was going to take a brave look at 2012 and see how much good I could come up with. Things I could either feel proud of or grateful for.

It was a helpful exercise that got me feeling good about 2012 in essentially three categories: Ways I invested in my kids, my marriage, and myself.

I feel good about the ordinary ways I invested in my kids that weren’t necessarily fun. Like helping them with their homework and guitar practice. And making them healthy school lunches and dinners that usually included a vegetable.

I’m not saying dinners were amazing or that my attitude about homework was always positive. What I’m saying is that I showed up, day after day, and I think that’s worth celebrating.

I feel good about the way Andy and I invested in our relationship. We went on lots of dates and spent four fabulous days hiking Mt. Rainier during the peak of the wildflower bloom. There’s something wonderful and intimate about experiencing that kind of awe inspiring beauty together.

Last but not least, I feel good about the ways I invested in myself. I took a writing class and joined a teacher-facilitated writing group. These two investments of time and money equipped me to start this blog-website and get published in 17 regional parenting magazines. 2012 was also the year I decided to go back to graduate school, applied for a scholarship, and found out that I got it.

I struggled with the decision to spend $250 on a writing class and to spend a heck of a lot more than that to go back to seminary. It saddens me that I struggled with believing that I was worth this kind of investment. But I’m grateful for the process and the outcome of that struggle.

These good things were true of my 2012. Struggle, stress, and pain were also true of it. Looking back I see moments of darkness and despair, and moments of grace, light, hope, and beauty. It was a good year. It was a hard year. It was a year of being human.

What does the end of the year (or beginning of the new year) stir up in you? 

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The Post-Christmas Blues

27 Thursday Dec 2012

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thai take outYep, this is where I’m at. The post-Christmas blues. I’m guessing I’m not the only one.

My oldest is out on a shopping date with her grandma.

Andy is at a coffee shop, putting boundaries around his work so that when he comes home he can be fully here, not worrying or thinking about work.

I’m home with a sick kid.

Our family is in that place where we’ve eaten too much sugar and what we’re craving is a really good salad or soup. But we’re pretty much out of fresh fruit and vegetables and need to go to the grocery store. But we don’t have the energy or motivation to go grocery shopping or to cook.

We’re in lazy, vacation mode. Which is great until it turns into depressed, isolated mode.

Vacation time is tricky. It’s hard to find the balance between our need for restful downtime and our need for community. We need days where we don’t set alarms or have an agenda. But those days can also get long and lonely.

As much as I love my family, I can only sleep in late and sit around in my pajamas watching movies with them for so long.

It’s time to get out of the house. I need fresh air, I need to see friends, I need to eat a healthy flavorful meal that I don’t have to cook. But with a sick kid, that’s probably not going to happen.

Little WomenI addressed two of the above a few minutes ago when the sun was out. I took my sick boy outside with a stack of books, blankets, and two camping chairs. We read two stories in the fresh air and sunshine before we got too cold and came back in.

I saw three neighbors but only made eye contact and exchanged a wave with one of them. Oh well.

I guess we often can’t get all of our needs met in the same day. Maybe tomorrow my son will feel better so we can see some friends. For tonight, I’ll just have to console myself with Thai take-out and, perhaps, Little Women. 

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Advent Expectation: A quote

22 Saturday Dec 2012

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Advent does not lead to nervous tension stemming from expectation of something spectacular about to happen. Rather, it leads to a growing inner stillness and joy allowing me to realize that the One for whom I am waiting has already arrived and speaks to me in the silence of my heart.

Just as a mother feels the child grow in her and is not surprised on the day of the birth but joyfully receives the one she learned to know during her waiting, so Jesus can be born in my life slowly and steadily and be received as the one I learned to know while waiting.

From Living in Hope: Advent Meditations from the writings of Henri Nouwen

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Releasing the [Christmas] Outcome, Embracing the Process

21 Friday Dec 2012

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Tom and Jerry ornamentWednesday morning I sat at the kitchen table on the brink of tears. I was looking at the ornaments on our tree that I’d bought the kids over the years. Ornaments that reflect a milestone or something special they did each year: the swimming reindeer, Santa riding a bike, Tom reading a book to Jerry.

This year, the day we got our Christmas tree was the same day we needed to celebrate Christmas with my mom, who was heading out of town for Christmas. After tromping through the tree farm, setting up the tree, and struggling with multiple strands of tree lights that had large sections that wouldn’t light up, I ran out of steam.

I knew I needed to lie down in order to have the energy for the Christmas celebration that was starting in an hour and a half. So I decided to take a nap with Andy while the kids put up their special ornaments without us.

As I sat at my kitchen table looking at the tree I thought, Did I totally blow that Christmas tradition? What kind of parents take a nap while their kids decorate the tree by themselves? Note to self: In the future, don’t get a tree on the same day as an early Christmas celebration. 

This is what I do. I make mental notes, trying to learn from mistakes and circumstances in order to make it better next time. I’ve been doing this with Christmas for years, and it has helped. Our family does experience more peaceful, meaningful Christmases because of these tweaks and adjustments.

But there’s a flip side to this coin. My desire to make things better can lead me to believe that one day I’ll get it all right. That one day, I’ll get through the Christmas season without stress or tears. That one day I’ll think up creative gift ideas with joy and ease, and never second guess them. That one day I’ll find the perfect Advent readings and music that will usher our family into the full meaning and wonder of Christmas.

That day will never come.

And that’s okay. I’m getting more and more comfortable at Christmastime, and life in general, with releasing the outcome and learning to embrace the process. I’m always going to be in process and so are my kids.

They’re not supposed to grasp the full wonder and mystery of Christmas in one season, or even in their 18 years in my care. They get to continue pondering and opening themselves up to more and more of God’s beauty, mystery, and love for the rest of their lives. This is good.

As I embrace this on-going, formative journey I can be more gentle with myself. I can see myself more often as God’s child. Learning and growing, making mistakes along the way. And all the while, deeply loved.

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