Thursday, June 25, 2015

Eliza

Today this amazing young lady turns eleven and a half.  (We celebrate her half birthday every year for obvious reasons.)  She would much rather skip the next six months of her life and join all her friends in Young Women's, but I'm glad we get just a little more time in this phase of life.

Eliza is already incredibly grown-up.  She takes such good care of Isaiah, and always has, that it is no stretch to call her the second mother around here.  When neither I nor that equally hardheaded redhead will compromise in a tiff, Eliza is the one who teases, bribes, and cajoles him into obedience. She is so good at keeping up on homework and practicing her instrument that I hardly even have to check in with her.  She is full of creative energy and is always sculpting little gifts for loved ones with upcoming birthdays--and in a pinch, loved ones without upcoming birthdays.  She is so very invested in all the relationships in her life and I love how she nurtures our whole family with her sweet love notes, her acts of service, and her full forgiveness when we need it.  She is graceful, thoughtful, and full of love.

This year, for the first time--Eliza asked for clothes, jewelry and lip gloss for her birthday.  It marked for me, the beginning of the end of her childhood.  Is that too dramatic?  It's not like it's a surprise or anything.  Eliza has been pushing for her glorious teen years since she was about three.  And it makes me feel a little bit like an old fogie, standing here and scratching my head over where the time has gone.

Luckily for me, as I watch closely, there are still plenty of evidences that she's still my Eliza. Monday we had our traditional water slide birthday party in the park for her, and I watched her frolic up and down the hill with her cousins.  And I know, too, that although the clock is ticking on her childhood, she will really always be my Eliza.
This picture was Eliza's idea.  We were both wearing purple, and both had our hair fixed 
(I won't tell you which occurence is less common.)

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Happy Father's Day!


From Naomi


From Isaiah (I think he was hungry) 


From Eliza



From Paul


From Ezra

He Chose Me

A few weeks ago TJ and I were at a regional conference for his work, and I found out that a guy I was talking to was from Mesquite, which is about sixty miles south of here.  I said, “hey, my Dad works down there,” and explained that although Dad lives here in St. George, he commutes about an hour and a half every day so he can teach first grade down in Mesquite.  This guy asked his name, and when I told him, I was surprised that he already knew him.  He said, “Everyone­—well, everyone with grade-school kids—knows Mr. Monnett.  Everyone wants to get their kids in his class!”

It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside to be away from home and to be recognized as the daughter of a celebrity school teacher.  I couldn’t be prouder of him and his life’s work. 

You have to understand, my Dad has been crowned king of teachers for good reason.  He’s really the coolest teacher ever.  He writes musicals for his kids to perform.  He makes his classroom into a small petting zoo, complete with habitat-appropriate flora.  He makes websites and newsletters to connect with parents and give the kids bragging rights.  He designs, sews and wears period costumes to illustrate history lessons.  He helps coworkers keep their computers running and he frequently puts on musical assemblies for the whole school.  And this is just a little list I can rattle off without thinking too hard.  He pours so much time and talent into his teaching that it really comes as no surprise when, years later, his students reach out to him with thankful hearts.

You might think that a guy like that was just born to his calling.  But Dad was actually born to be a musician.  He sticks at his work, year in and year out, not because he feels called to it—but in spite of the fact that he feels called away from it.  And why?


He does it for us.  Since I was born 35 years ago, Dad has faithfully and devotedly worked at jobs he did not love, even working through bouts of debilitating illness—to support our family.  As the years went by, and our family grew, Dad worked harder.  He set aside his own interests and dreams, he wore thrift store clothes and drove beaters, he got up early to read scriptures with us, and he stayed up late worrying about us.  He taught us to sing.  He taught us to play.  He taught us to work.  (Oy!  did he teach us to work!)

Because Dad put us first, we all enjoyed the great luxury of a full-time mom.  Because he put us first, we never went hungry.  Because he put us first, we avoided about a million pitfalls that could have given us a great deal of pain.  Because he put us first, we knew he loved us.  

In a world that tells men they are not important or necessary to the family--in a world that encourages self-fulfillment at any cost--men like my dad are increasingly hard to find.  He had to choose between two creative dreams, and instead of choosing to be known by many as a great musician, he chose to be know by a few as a great dad.  

I'm so glad he chose me over himself.  Happy Father's Day, Dad!  I love you!

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Once upon a time I put hours and tears and sweat into making homemade strawberry jam.  And it was...not as good as Grandma's.  And then I realized that hers is so good because it's freezer jam--which means it's quicker, easier and hundreds of times more delicious.  

So this time I did strawberry freezer jam.  Four pounds of strawberries took sixteen cups of sugar, some pectin, and about three hours of stirring.  And now I have about fifteen pints of this gorgeous miracle:

                           

If I show up on your birthday with one of these, it means I love you SO much.  If I don't, though, please don't be sad.  It just means I've already eaten all of it.  It turns out that they make the most amazing tarts.  And I never made tarts before in my life.  But suddenly I think I'll be making a lot of them.  

This all happened Saturday, along with a ton of yard work.  The kids weeded the garden, TJ trimmed trees and edged grass, and I put a net over the grapes.  The kids also harvested the apricot tree, and since we only planted it about three years ago I think this is a pretty good haul.  This is the first time we've had anything worth speaking of, and I'm excited to see what happens next year when we thin the fruit in the spring.  It's not much compared with Grandma's thousands of pounds of fruit and nuts every year.  But it's a start.  


There are days when I have a small ray of hope that I can someday be like Grandma Monnett.  And those are the days I am most satisfied with my life.  

Sunday, June 14, 2015

How Feminism is Still Hurting LDS Families--Part II

Last week I discussed some of the harmful outcomes of the feminist movement in our society at large.  If you missed it, I hope you'll go back and take a look.

So what does feminism mean to a woman who has already rejected most of its principles in her life, as I have?  What about those of us who never bought the liberal propaganda that told us to sleep around, delay marriage and family for as long as possible, and then to outsource our children to caregivers so that we can climb the corporate ladder?  In what some have called a post-feminist society, what part does its ideology even play in the lives of women like me?  And yes, I am finally getting to the point, so thank you for sticking with me this long:  Feminism has taken the fun out of being a woman. 

Thinking men as the enemy is no fun, and neither is thinking of our children as obstacles to self-fulfillment.  

As Wives
Do we treat our husbands with the same respect we demand of them?  Or have we fallen easy prey to the Orwellian trap of the oppressed becoming the oppressors?  Sometimes I try to imagine men saying and doing things that women get away with, and it makes me laugh.  It TJ demanded things of me the same way I do of him, we might not even still be married.  It's a huge double standard.

Where the feminist movement at large cultivates a grudge against men who have treated women wrongly, women in the church take up the same banner against men who have not.  We did not marry the losers Laura Schlessinger designated as "the three As" worth leaving altogether: adulterers, abusers, and addicts.  By and large we married men who honor the priesthood, strive to support us as wives and mothers, and want to be good fathers to their children.  We married men worthy of our respect, but we fail to give it to them.

Sadly, we have abandoned the spirit of meekness to embrace a spirit of competition and combativeness.  Instead of building our husbands up as leaders protectors, and providers in our homes, we sometimes undermine the very efforts they make to fulfill their God-given role.  When husbands lead out, wives often express doubt in their abilities; we show a lack of gratitude for them, we show resentment when their leadership succeeds and criticism when it fails; we loudly complain that our men are not more like women, and then when they try to please us by helping us in our role as nurturers, we laugh at their mistakes.  Worst of all is our tendency to discount our husbands' ideas, plans, hopes, skills, and desires.

It's tempting to think there is no problem here because there is no complaining.  But you won't hear husbands complain about overbearing wives to their overbearing wives, for two reasons: they are trying to be patient and unselfish; and they are afraid of backlash if they don't.  So they take this treatment for years and even decades before danger signs arise.  But eventually we see our husbands lose confidence in their abilities, and give up trying to lead.  And this is the terrible moment of self-fulfilling prophecy: when a man becomes the weakling his wife has always believed he was.

As Mothers
Feminism doesn't just take the fun out of being a wife.  It also takes the fun out of being a mother. And it does this by telling us a few key lies.

Gloria Steinem, one of the founders of the feminist movement, asserted, "A liberated woman is one who has sex before marriage and a job after."  That one's pretty easy for LDS women to reject, but similar ideas are promoted everywhere in modern culture, and because they are so subtle, they're hard to identify.  We are told that we're wasting our time and talents on raising children.  We're told that a woman who stays home to take care of her family is bored, frustrated, and unhappy.  We're told that if our lives revolve around our husband and children, we are somehow missing out on a more fulfilling experience.  We are told that women who stay home for awhile with little ones become irrelevant by the time they choose to re-enter the workforce.  We are told that in order to raise a child right, you must take that extra work in order to afford the things that will make him happy, such as the latest gadgets, designer clothes, and a trip to Disneyland at least once a year.

Do we believe these lies?  No!  Well, maybe just a little.  Just enough to make us pause before we write "homemaker" next to the box marked "other" on that government form.  I am so grateful that I get to be a stay-at-home mom, but I fervently hope that people can stop thinking of my lot as frumpy, exhausted slaves to our families.  And to be perfectly honest, I need to get this misconception out of my own head, as well.

Working moms suffer, too--and maybe, especially.  Feminism robs mothers of enjoying their children by insisting that we can and should "have it all"--which is liberal lingo for pursuing a career during the demanding early years of raising a family.

The great news is that most American women fit work around their families' needs, rather than giving in to feminist demands that professional advancement should come first.  Women work shorter hours, try to be home when their children are, and try as much as possible to have them cared for by family members.  They may miss out on career and pay advancements by doing this, but by and large moms are willing to make that sacrifice because they put their families first.

Some women simply have to work to provide basic necessities for their families.  And some work because they are happier that way.  I am not addressing these two groups of women.  I am addressing women who have been told all their lives that in order to be valuable members of society, they have to work while they're raising kids--and who are really suffering because of it.  Women who feel compelled to provide for their families often feel anxiety, stress, frustration, and guilt for what they're missing at home.  Which, needless to say, is not fun.

Jennifer Garner's simplistic view of what it means to be a mother illustrates the selfishness pushed by feminist thinkers, but it also begs the question: are mothers indeed under too much pressure?  Yes. We are.  But the pressure comes from feminism's lies--not from our own expectations of life with a family.  We are missing out on the joy of being mothers because we've forgotten it's the most important thing we'll ever do!

As Latter-Day Saint women, we can do better.

Forsaking Feminism
Let's go retro for a second and think about the archetypal housewife of the 1950s.  She looks great in her full skirt and her red lipstick.  She's overjoyed that the vacuum and washing machine are making her life easier.  She considers the state of her home an expression of who she is--she is "house-proud."  Her near-constant presence in the home allows her to know what is going on in her kids' lives and hearts.  When her husband comes home, she brings him a drink so he can relax with the paper.  Then she puts the finishing touches on a dinner the whole family can share together.  She is creative, resourceful, focused, grateful, and happy--and she seems to be having a whole lot of fun. Women back then did it with flair.

Feminists have been howling about these images of womanly contentment for half a century now. And I think this has us all a little skittish about fully embracing our work as homemakers.  Even when we choose to make our homes and families the centers of our lives, we're a little embarrassed about being too happy about it.  It's all so hopelessly out of fashion.  When was the last time you saw a woman waiting on her husband, getting excited about homemaking hacks, or priding herself on a beautiful meal?

I'm not saying we should try to look and act like Mary Tyler Moore.  A sincere focus on home and family does not necessarily mean our homes will look like a Pinterest board or that we will be slim, gorgeous, and smiling all the time.  Rather, I am suggesting that we stop listening for howling feminists and embrace our natural talent for nurturing.  I think we'd enjoy ourselves more if we did. LDS women are powerful not because we are seeking to wrest control of the world from men. We are powerful because we embrace the control we've always had--which power we share with men--the power to build up families.

Taking Femininity Back

Gordon B. Hinckley said, "People wonder what we do for our women.  I will tell you what we do. We get out of their way and look with wonder at what they are accomplishing."  That is the way a prophet of God views the women of the church.  Do we view ourselves that way?

We can take back the joy of motherhood by taking back our identity.  Where the world insists we are wasting our talents, we can persist in the knowledge that there is no better place for them to be used than the home.  Where the world markets a sleek, expensive version of child-rearing, we can be secure in the knowledge that no materialistic lifestyle can equal the impact a mother has on her child's life.

As women of God, we must eschew the subtle treachery of worldly teachings that would undermine our strength.  We can cling instead to the teachings of living prophets.  It is tempting for me to devote this entire section to quoting "The Family: A Proclamation to the World" verbatim.  It is simple.  It is profound.  It is the most inspired counsel to families I have ever read.  Have you read it lately?  I confess I don't read it nearly often enough, and I challenge you to take a close look at its teachings in light of what I've discussed here.  What does the Proclamation teach women about how to live a joyful life? Here are just a few noteworthy phrases:

Gender is an essential characteristic of individual premortal, mortal, and eternal identity and purpose... The family is ordained of God.  Marriage between man and woman is essential to His eternal plan... Happiness in family life is most likely to be achieved when founded upon the teachings of the Lord Jesus Christ.  Successful marriages and families are established and maintained upon principles of faith, prayer, repentance, forgiveness, respect, love, compassion, work, and wholesome recreational activities.  By divine design, fathers are to preside over their families in love and righteousness and are responsible to provide the necessities of life and protection for their families.  Mothers are primarily responsible for the nurture of their children.  In these sacred responsibilities, fathers and mothers are obligated to help one another as equal partners. Disability, death, or other circumstances may necessitate individual adaptation. Extended families should lend support when needed.
The amount of fun--the amount of joy and satisfaction--we have as women depends on whose vision of ourselves we buy.  And it would be lovely if we could just choose once and for all to buy God's vision, but I believe it has to be an ongoing process of searching His word and implementing it in our lives.

Here are a few scriptures that might be useful for a feminist seeking to reclaim her femininity.  The first one, ironically, was specifically given as counsel to the priesthood:
No power or influence can our ought to be maintained by virtue of [being a woman], only by persuasion, by long-suffering, by gentleness and meekness, and by love unfeigned; by kindness, and pure knowledge, which shall greatly enlarge the soul without hypocrisy, and without guile...  
 D&C 121:41-42
Forgive me for taking such a huge liberty in applying that to us as sisters, but with the entitlement we've come to feel from the feminist movement, it's worth considering.  Do we consider it our place to rule the home, simply because we are women?
And now I would that ye should be humble, and be submissive and gentle; easy to be entreated; full of patience and long-suffering; being temperate in all things; being diligent in keeping the commandments of God at all times; asking for whatsoever things ye stand in need, both spiritual and temporal; always returning thanks unto God for whatsoever things ye do receive.   
Alma 7:23
Humility, patience, and gentleness are not exactly watchwords of the feminist movement, are they? But it's time for us to re-embrace these traditionally feminine traits.  If we love our husbands, we should speak well of them, serve them, seek their counsel, thank them for their hard work, and speak to them with love and respect.

Margaret D. Nadauld said:
Women of God can never be like women of the world.  The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender.  There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind.  There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined.  We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith.  We have enough greed; we need more goodness.  We have enough vanity; we need more virtue.  We have enough popularity; we need more purity.
James E. Talmage wrote, "The greatest champion of woman and womanhood is Jesus the Christ."  I know this is true.  He is the source of our freedoms, our joys, our triumphs, and our hope.  As we strive to emulate his magnificent life, we will find our powers increase in ways that feminism never even dreamed.

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P.S.:  Thank you so much for reading this post and for sharing it with friends.  Despite the staggering amount of time it took me to put it together, I'm well-aware that it is no masterpiece.  I found courage to publish it, however, because I feel strongly that LDS women deserve better.  There is so much to this topic that I really only got the tip of the iceberg here. If you are ready to challenge your ideas on feminism, I highly recommend the following reading:

The Flipside of Feminism by Suzanne Venker and Phyllis Schlafly
The Proper Care and Feeding of Husbands by Laura Schlessinger
"The Joy of Motherhood" by Margaret D. Nadauld
"Mothers Who Know" by Julie B. Beck
"Be Meek and Lowly of Heart" by Ulisses Soares

and, of course,

"The Family: A Proclamation to the World"

Sunday, June 7, 2015

How Feminism is Still Hurting LDS Families--Part I


Jennifer Garner made waves in Hollywood last fall by pointing out the world's double standard in expecting moms to take a larger role in the family than dads do.    But is she saying more should be expected of men, or less should be expected of women?  If you read the full speech and notice her humorous but jaded take on the questions posed to her husband, you might be inclined to think with me that Garner objects not to the low standards her husband gets by with, but the very high standard still set for mothers.

I'm not sure why this even made the news.  Feminism and its basic tenets have been broadcast by the media at a deafening volume for oh, the last fifty years.  Is there a single person still in doubt as to where Hollywood and the media elite stand on issues of the family?  And yet we are still having this conversation--because godly men and women just don't buy it.


We Think We're Feminists, But We're Not


The funny thing about feminism and Mormons is that even though we reject some of the more outrageous demands made by the movement, such as abortion, we believe in our hearts that feminism has done us some good.  Heck, if you had asked me a few months ago about it, I probably would have told you that I was a feminist.  This comes from a basic misunderstanding of the origins and aims of the movement, since I was born into a world that only told one side of the story.  And this confusion about feminism is harmful, especially if it’s never even addressed--because it leads us to allow harmful attitudes and mores to permeate and damage our families.


Feminism is typically divided into three main eras, or waves.  First wave feminists never even really identified themselves as anything but suffragettes, but since feminists like to claim that victory, let them have it.  Second wave feminism, which started in the sixties, focused primarily on social and economic equality for women.  Third wave feminism, which started in the nineties, is usually described as a backlash against some of the more egregious errors of its predecessor, but is so wide in its scope and includes so many varying viewpoints--women under this umbrella come down on opposite sides on such issues as prostitution and pornography-- that it barely qualifies as a movement.  In this paper, I focus primarily on second wave feminism, which is the root of so many of our problems.


So forget about what possible gains feminism may have given us for just a few minutes; ask yourself what we have lost either directly or indirectly because of the feminist movement.  


What do you come up with?


Perhaps your first thought is that feminism has decimated a generation of relationships by driving a wedge between husbands and wives. Feminism encourages women to think of themselves as victims of male domination, and to focus almost exclusively on self-fulfillment as a method of getting back what they've been denied for so long.  They are taught to use every means to subvert and castigate the men in their lives.  As Gloria Steinem famously said, "A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle."  This negative attitude toward men has become so entrenched in American culture that it is taken for granted that men are unnecessary--both in the lives of women and in the lives of their children.  It's not surprising that in this atmosphere marriages have declined and divorces increased in the past fifty years--rather, it's surprising that any survive.


But maybe you weren't thinking about men suffering.  Maybe you were thinking of what the kids have lost. Obviously, a feminist culture that condones and even promotes premarital sex produces a lot of children born out of wedlock; and a culture that glorifies and encourages divorce means that even kids whose parents were married have no guarantee of knowing their dads.  Studies show that kids who don't live with their biological dads are at unbelievably higher risk for problems with poverty, physical and emotional health, incarceration, crime, teen pregnancy, child abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, education, and childhood obesity.  And they’re not just missing out on their fathers--many children are missing out on their mothers, too, since mothers have flown the coop.  Third-rate day care takes its toll, and so does too much time at home without a parent.  


So the men suffer.  And the children suffer.  But at least feminism has helped and empowered women.  Right?


Wrong.  


“Despite the evidence that feminism has been a failure, women still think they identify with its basic premise.  Even conservative women believe the mass exodus of mothers from the home has been the "consequence of the great feminist revolution that stormed the barricades of the patriarchy and won a glorious victory.”             

This never happened.             


The most important factor that influenced the significant shift of American women into the workplace is the invention of laborsaving devices.  The folks to whom women are truly indebted are inventors Thomas Edison (electric lights), Elias Howe (the sewing machine), Clarence Birdseye (the process for frozen foods), and Henry Ford (the automobile).  Technology and the mechanization of housework—such as the washing machine, dryer, dishwasher, and vacuum cleaner—allowed women to turn their attention away from household duties.             


The birth control pill was another factor.  Americans love to associate “the Pill” with feminism; but it, along with machines of convenience, was invented before the 1960s—by men.  It was the contributions of men that gave women the time to work outside the home in record numbers.  Women should be thanking “the men who came before us”—not feminists.             


Moreover, the Great Depression forced women to seek employment when the men in their families could not get jobs.  During World War II, women in large numbers began to fill jobs for which men were unavailable.  The Equal Pay act of 1963 was also helpful.  It abolished wage disparity based on sex.  None of these factors—America’s inventors, the Great Depression, World War II, and the Equal Pay Act—have anything to do with feminism.  Dishesh D’Souza, the conservative author and president of King’s College in New York City, called the notion that feminism is responsible for the freedoms women have today “a lovely fairy tale.”

--Suzanne Venker and Phyllis Schlafly, The Flipside of Feminism, page 53


Hmm.  So the one and only thing I thought feminism had done right, it has stolen the credit for. Women already had the freedom to work outside the home before the feminist movement came along--they did not need a feminist badge or picket line to create opportunities for themselves.  Great women such as Amelia Earhart, Harriett Tubman, Marie Curie, Liz Taylor, Susan B. Anthony, and Louisa May Alcott, Mary Cassatt, and Helen Keller were using their time and talents to inspire and bless the world decades before the feminist movement gave them permission to do so. Did the workplace role out the red carpet for them? Perhaps not. But these powerhouses of women seemed to gain strength, if anything, from the obstacles they tackled.  

The fact that most women stayed home while raising families illustrates not the closed nature of the workplace, but the order of priorities most women had.  Feminism didn’t give us the ability to leave the home.  What feminism did do was to indoctrinate a generation of women with the notion that financial dependence on men was submission to male oppression, and to denigrate the titles of wife and mother.


Women have not been empowered by the feminist movement, but enslaved.  We used to have one role to fill; now we have two.  And it’s stressing us out.  Now, according to The Paradox of Declining Female Happiness, published by The American Economic Journal, “The lives of women in the United States have improved over the past 35 years by many objective measures, yet we show that measures of subjective well-being indicate that women’s happiness has declined both absolutely and relative to men.”


The Atlantic highlights the fact that our new-found “power” has not really liberated women:
The situation today is not, as Edin likes to say, a "feminist nirvana." The phenomenon of children being born to unmarried parents "has spread to barrios and trailer parks and rural areas and small towns," Edin says, and it is creeping up the class ladder. After staying steady for a while, the portion of American children born to unmarried parents jumped to 40 percent in the past few years. Many of their mothers are struggling financially; the most successful are working and going to school and hustling to feed the children, and then falling asleep in the elevator of the community college.
"The End of Men" from The Atlantic
And it's not just single women who are feeling the pressure to be in two places at once.  For a comical but beautifully honest take on the modern woman's angst, we can thank Jennifer Garner herself.  She plays a loving mother torn between work demands and the needs of her family in "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day."  Strangely, even though this woman's character is supported by a loving husband who is willing to stay home while she pursues her career--and he does a great job of being a "fommy"--she feels both guilty and jealous about missing out on the daily trials and joys of her family.  She is so conflicted that, up to the last minute we're not sure if she'll choose to continue her hectic pace--but she does.  

Feminism has hurt men.  Feminism has hurt children.  And feminism has especially hurt women.  

I recently listened to an interview with Patricia and Jefferey R. Holland in which they discussed the early days of the feminist movement--which they lived through when they were at Yale together. Patricia commented on how, even in the sixties, it was easy to see that this cultural shift would be harmful to families, and especially to children.  I was especially struck by Elder Holland's comments:
I think the model was wrong.  What seemed to be the talk was..."how does a woman get out of the home, so to speak, or maybe even out of marriage...'  When I think that that model should have been turned 180 degrees then, to 'what do we do to guarantee that men stay in the home?  Or that men contribute in the home?'
 I'm all for shared workload.  We can do the dishes together, we can do the laundry together, and we can pay the bills together and figure out what the income tax is together.  But it seems to me that just to think of ways to get away from family and away from home was exactly, diametrically opposite to the model we should have been pursuing, and that is, in such times, how do you keep fighting to stay in the home?  Including a husband, including a father.  That he does not just blissfully walk out the door and take his little briefcase and go off and never have another thought all day...about the greatest responsibility he has and that is to be a husband and a father...  I think all the forces that spin us centrifugally away from the home, we have to fight that, and have those forces reversed as best we can, and have that circle coming back into the home.  
And this brings me to the reason I've felt moved to write about this.  Sitting in General Conference this April I was inspired when Sister Bonnie Oscarson echoed Elder Holland's sentiments:
We need to take a term which is sometimes spoken of with derision and elevate it. It is the term homemaker. All of us--women, men, youth, and children, single or married--can work at being homemakers. We should "make our homes" places of order, refuge, holiness, and safety. Our homes should be places where the Spirit of the Lord is felt in rich abundance and where the scriptures and the gospel are studied, taught and lived. What a difference it would make in the world if all people sould see themselves as makers o righteous homes. Let us defend the home as a place which is second only to the temple in holiness.
Feminism laughs at our traditional roles of mother and wife, and then it demands that we pay homage to it for "liberating" us from the work and commitments that can give us the most joy.  Well, I'm sorry but this is one former feminist who now calls herself by a new name: I am a homemaker.


(I hope you'll come back next week, when I'll be addressing some of the negative effects the feminist movement still has in LDS homes--and how we can combat them!)

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Girls' Weekend

This weekend was the annual Priesthood Commemoration Camp for the fathers and sons in our ward--and since TJ was in charge, he left a day early with the boys.  This meant that our traditional girls night stretched to a full forty-eight hour female fiesta.

First, the girls finished their school work while I cleaned the house.  I started with boys' bathroom.  I won't go into details, but having two sons under the age of six means that my twelve-year-old boy--and everyone else with a nose--refuses to use that bathroom.  So I hopped on Pinterest and figured out a deep-clean that would get rid of the smell.  It was a huge victory, and since the boys stayed gone for two days, we've enjoyed a clean bathroom and house for pretty much the whole time.  

Next we had "girl-cheese sandwiches" for dinner.  Then the cousins over for ice cream and a movie, which turned out to be my girls' first viewing of Pride and Prejudice (with Kiera Knightly.)  They loved it!


The next day we made toffee.  That's a "G" for "girls."


That afternoon we went with friends to see Cinderella in the movie theater.  Kind of a big deal for us.  This is us all dressed up and ready for the show.  The kids loved "Frozen Fever," which they had already been quoting from ad nauseum for a week now, without ever having seen it, haha!  Cinderella, was as I expected, just beautiful.  There's a great essay about its purity floating around Facebook that I highly recommend.  It's on my page if you can't find it elsewhere.


That night we had ennui and were seriously tempted to just watch another movie, but happily chose instead to go for a walk and enjoy the gorgeous, rainwashed desert night.  


Eliza took this picture of the honeysuckle bush on the next street.
We pass it and pick a few every week on our way to church.  You can sometimes smell it from several houses down.


On our way back from the walk, we remembered that friends who moved out months ago told us we could take this cute playhouse.  So we hauled it home, in constant terror of resident cockroaches or black widows.  Then this morning we cleaned it up and the girls furbished it up with cool extras.  We can't wait to see Isaiah's and Paul's faces!



The rest of our day has been pretty low-key.  We painted nails, straightened hair, and basically took it easy.  Oh!  I did do some laundry.  Eliza made a ton of cool crafts for her friend, whose birthday party is today.  Look at these adorable earrings that she crafted out polymer clay!  I wish you could see Callie, so you know how good a representation of both girls these are.  Eliza is so creative and generous with her time!

We're not sure when to expect the boys back, but we're excited to see them again!  It's maybe just a little too clean, and a little too quiet around here!  Now if you'll excuse me, there's a lot of toffee to eat before then.

Home School Campout

This week we went camping with a bunch of home school friends at Ben Lott's place in Leeds, which is usually used for scouting groups and family reunions.  

For awhile during the planning stages, it looked like TJ wouldn't be able to make it, and I told the kids I would still take them if Ezra would be the Man of the Camp for me.  He was excited to take on the responsibility, and we even had this conversation a few days prior:

"Mom, if you need me to help more or if I'm slacking in any way on the camp out, please let me know. Because I'd like it to be easy for you to take us camping even when Dad can't come.  That way we can camp way more."

I laughed a little and said, "okay."

"What?"

"I just think it's cute that you're willing to work hard to make things happen the way you want them to.  That shows a lot of personal responsibility."

"Okay, but I don't see how that makes me cute."

I laughed again, and he said, a little exasperated, "you probably think that's cute, too, huh?"

He deserves to be taken seriously--he's becoming more like a man all the time.  But somehow I find him just as adorable and endearing as when he drooled his rice cereal everywhere.  

Anyway, it turned out that TJ could join us.  And it was...

Kid.  Heaven.

By Kid Heaven I mean it had tree houses; playgrounds; two huge zip lines; a castle with bunks and a fire pit; a huge obstacle course; a climbing wall; human hamster wheels; a fully-stocked craft shed equipped for jewelry making; leather working, or wood working; a mini-museum; a full kitchen; bathrooms; makeshift merry-go-rounds; and a full petting zoo, complete with goats, rabbits, kittens, geese, and chickens.

I'm not gonna lie.  The parents with young kids spent most of the time in a constant state of terror--but it was worth it.  The kids had an absolute ball.  So did we, actually, once they fell asleep and we could chat around...what should have been a campfire if we weren't too lazy to build one.  

We will definitely be going back!  Thanks Kendra, for putting it together!