I believe that women should get paid equal to men for equal work.
I believe that women should be valued as much as men are valued.
I believe women should not be judged if they choose to work rather than have children or vice versa.
I believe that women should be able to choose what is best for their family, whether it be working in the home, outside the home, or some variation.
I believe that all women should have the right to life, whether they are just a few cells big or one hundred years young.
I believe that women should be allowed all the rights that a man has.
In many ways, I am a feminist, although you will never hear me use the term to define myself.
Today, from the most unlikely source, I was discouraged about our upcoming plans of IVF - on Mother's Day of all days. It was not a disproving statement, but a passive statement about the odds being against us and not sure the money is well spent. This was from the same person who discouraged us doing foster care. It makes me wonder how often, I, myself, have discouraged somebody through thoughtless words. Too often I speak without thinking about how the words impact others. I wish I could be a more positive influence.
I have to admit, the feelings of discouragement filled me for only a brief second, until I reminded myself of Robert Frost's The Road Less Traveled. Something I have been thinking about A LOT.
My entire life, I have never been able to take the road everyone else took. I have always felt like the black sheep.
When you are young and the black sheep, you think something is wrong with you. When you're older, you begin to realize how blessed you are as a result. Sometimes my road was picked for me, for, "we make our plans, but the Lord determines our steps," Proverbs 16:9. Other times, I clearly went against the grain on my own accord.
Not all roads were pleasant, but all roads were worth the travel.
So this year, I will be making two journeys, each through a road less traveled. They may lead to heartache or hardship, but I do believe, just as the great poem says, it will make "all the difference."
I am (for the most part) a stay-at-home mom, who works from home. For some reason, people have this assumption that because you choose something for yourself or your family, that you think everyone should be just like you.
The truth is, I don't think every mom should be a stay-at-home mom (nor every woman should be a mom for that matter). I've met women who are wonderful moms, but staying home with their child is either not feasible or not ideal for their family. Some families need the financial help, others have worked hard toward their career and placing it on hold would be detrimental to their professional life, others are single moms, while others have different reasons just as valid.
These women are very involved in their children's rearing, fretting over who should take care of their children, what their education should look like, who their friends are, what will the kids eat, what milestones have they hit, and the list goes on and on. Just because a woman chooses one path over another, does not make her inferior.
When Little Miss was five, I let her jump in mud, fully clothed and laughed at the joy on her face.
When Little Miss was six, I strolled through the grocery store with her wearing Giselle's wedding dress from Enchanted.
When she was seven, I giggled as she put on a purple and green polka dot shirt, with a pink and brown plaid skirt, and a rainbow zig zag tights. I wish now I would have taken a photo.
When she was eight, everything was pink and sparkly.
When she was nine, nothing was.
Now she is ten. All of the sudden, clothes are the biggest issue in our house.
I always considered myself a relaxed dresser. I prefer pants over dresses. I prefer big bulky sweatshirts over sweaters. I almost always wear flip-flops or tennis shoes. What I did not realize is that I have a lot of opinions about clothes. Opinions that do not coincide with the general public.
I love media. I love Facebook. I love e-mail. I love blogging. I make the majority of my income through the Internet. I love reconnecting with old friends, I love getting to know more about new friends, I love learning from others through blogs and e-mails. My life is fuller as a result of the Internet.
But... and this is a big but... my life is fuller, because the Internet has given me more opportunities to spend time with people. Not the name on the screen, but the face, the body, the laugh, the talk, the true living breathing person. I love that I have been able to make plans with friends through the Internet. I love that I have been invited to events, where family and friends get together, through the Internet. I love people sending me texts asking me to help with this or that, so I can go to them.
Yet, there have been the times, when I have chosen the screen over the person in front of me. Media is not bad, but it's all in how we use it. For that reason, I thought this video was excellent. It will remind us, what is truly most important.
After six years of infertility, she was blessed with the adoption of her oldest daughter who now is a teenager. Six years later, she finally became a mother a second time, this time with a baby through a donated egg and ivf. Throughout that time, she fostered nine babies and toddlers, met wonderful women who helped her grow, and learned to rely on Jesus. She started this blog with the hope that she could share her joy, experience, and willingness to grow with others, whether they battle infertility, toddlers, or teens.