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My life as a mother of one. And trying to survive it.
My life as a mother of one. And trying to survive it.
Lately, I’ve had a growing concern for moms. Not in the how-can-we-manage-our-over scheduled-kids kind of way. But I’ve been deeply worried about us as women.
I was watching TV the other night when I saw a commercial with a well-dressed housewife at the controls of an enormous road roller start to drive over the top of her old washing machine.
Just about to turn 11, she seems to have entered a phase where her familial relationships, while solid, are no longer the ones she cares about most.
Everyone is fretting about the economy! That means everyone! Having just returned from an eight week speaking tour which included Los Angeles, Saskatoon, Canada, Ho Chi Minh City, Jakarta, Bali, Singapore, Bangkok and Kuala Lumpur we have realized that not only are families the same in their worries about discipline, teaching responsibility and setting up a family infrastructure, but they are also all worried about the global economy!
As a graduate student pursuing a degree in theology twelve years ago, I took a course called Systematic Theology--by far my toughest class--by a brilliant professor who was dying of bone marrow cancer. No one knew she was dying. She kept her diagnosis to herself and, as best as she could, covering up her chemotherapy and radiation treatments.