It’s all about Eve…

I am of the opinion that Eve ate of the fruit for the simple reason that she was a woman.  I believe that we, (women), are all Eve in a certain way: curious, unknowing and with a sometimes uncontrollable desire to control everything around us.  It is my belief that, of all the curses that befell Eve, the hardest was that the Lord gave Adam authority over her:  “and thou shalt be under thy husband’s power, and he shall have dominion over thee” (Genesis 3:16).  Not because I am a woman “hear me roar” feminist, but rather because it is, for many women, the inclination towards independence in us that is hardest to suppress.  In the same way, St. Paul extols us “Wives obey your husbands.” What an extraordinary thought!  Aren’t we post-enlightenment females supposed to call all the shots?  What would our Mothers say? (And indeed they do!!!)  Why should we throw away all that they have accomplished in the last forty years, in a world where marriage is simply a legal term and an unbroken home the exception?
I say Ladies, however hard it may be (because it is awfully) we must fight this temptation.  First out of love for us because our salvation can be found most assuredly by it.  Secondly, we must for our husbands, because in a world where his gentlemanlike masculinity must be fought for, it will give him the courage to try.  Finally, for our children for it will make it easier for them to recognize the relationship of the family unit with God’s authority manifested in the world.
It is my belief that our homes should resemble the union between the Holy Trinity, between Christ and His Church.  The Father in the home should be as our heavenly Father setting the boundaries and guidelines by which the household is conducted.  The Mother is as the Church, providing the means of accomplishing the Father’s will and guiding her children along their path to holiness.  The children are the Church faithful trying to find their way (and constantly trying to push the limitations of authority.)  I feel renewed and refreshed in our “new” generation.  I believe that many people, people who SEE, understand that free-love and treating children as small adults simply does not work.  As for me and mine we will (try to) serve the Lord and accomplish His holy will in all things (yes, even when I am throwing up☺)


On  a recent excursion to the Zoo (a nearly weekly occurance in this family) my little  Ana (2)  was horrified by the sight she came upon…Two Moslem women wearing Birkas.  She was terrified and started screaming at them “Munsters, munsters I SCARED!!!!  Munsters!” My dear Levin had to physically remove the trembling child from the play area and try to calm her down.  Of course, we felt terribly that  she embarrassed the  poor  women so shamelessly, but  I couldn’t help but see little Ana’s point of view as well.  You have to be kind of weary of anyone who comes to the zoo in 104 degree Texas weather (this is not an exaggeration) dressed head to toe in long black material with only eyes showing.  (Hey, at least they make us look a little more normal right.)  The fact is that unless some serious shifts take place in our world (i.e.  Anglos start having children, and no Levin and I can’t possibly have them all, even if we’ve got a good start) we will be the “Munsters” and they the norm.

We’re having a baby, my baby and me!

Yes, Mr. Stork has struck our house again (we disregarded the warnings and fed him peanuts on the sly, now we’re his favorite house.)  Well, naturally, I’ve been surprised by lunch everyday now for three weeks…

and it’s ability to resurface.  ALL THE TIME!!! Not that I’m complaining (much), this is just part  of  the normal life of any expectant Mother right?  Right!  You can handle this! right.   Okay, I’m better now, really.  I promise not to blog again on the horrors of early pregnancy,unless I’m extolling some virtue to be acquired by it.

As I sit in the play area of my overcrowded local Chick-Fil-A, I notice a young woman staring at me from across the way (not an uncommon occurrence as I stroll about with my three skirt clad daughters in one hundred degree weather). I politely smile and nod at her, thus leaving a polite opportunity for conversation. Now, it should be said, that I am a prejudiced person. Unlike many of my Caucasian counterparts, my certain small contempt is for those perfectly tan, thin blondes, even though two of my children fit this description. If you happen to be a sorority brat as well, well that pretty much seals your fate for me! This young lady was a tall, thin, and tan blonde wearing an extremely short blue jean skirt and her sorority t-shirt. She asked if we had been to the zoo the previous day (we had) and insisted that she was not a stalker (yikes!) She had noticed us because I dress the girls alike and she wondered how I could handle (for that day) my relatively well-behaved children. She explained that she was a nanny for the summer (that explains the perfect physique those kids couldn’t be hers), and could hardly control the five and seven year olds that she cared for. She didn’t understand how parents could raise children without manners and seemed genuinely afraid and somewhat disillusioned by her experience with this family. I assured her that, “my children are polite,” (usually) and that, “no, I am not exhausted ALL the time “(mental reservation is not a sin).I left the conversation with the satisfaction of having met a perfectly lovely, scantily clad, sorority beauty, which in many ways made me reconsider my stereotypes (and how they fall under the category of Catholic charity.) I am glad to say that I was wrong about my first conceptions of her and was able to assist her with her views of children and parenting. I am sure that she saw me as a crazy Pentecostal with five zillion kids, sitting placidly knitting among the torrential screams of the inner heathens, but we parted both joyfully mistaken.

Okay, so it has been more than three weeks and the thing has STILL not moved.  I am starting to think it never will…

Well, we are still deliberating. It’s funny, I wrote the post Friday and Levin reads it while the children are doing what? Watching the T.V. of course! We were TV free until we had children, but now…living in a two bedroom apartment with no yard…FOUR kids under six…(you want another excuse, because I know them all!) My problem is in temperance. I am not a person who can watch a show in the morning because I will never turn it back off. I can’t play online scrabble becuse it offers an unending supply of players and games and I have a hard time saying enough. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. I would like to think that we are strong enough to limit the amount of time that my little ones are plugged in, but I’m afraid that I just haven’t the gumption.  So, I believe that the only option for us now is to remove the temptation and see how we fare.  God Bless you all and pray for me!

My family would fall into the “conservative” traditional Catholic type, not too wimpy and definitely not extreme. (I am not judging those less or more stringent than we, I am simply giving you parameters.) We go to Mass, recite the Rosary often (okay, at best we are lukewarm), and try to live out the liturgical life of the Church within the demographical and financial means of our household. This means that gas is nearly four bucks a gallon and with daily Traditional Mass forty miles from our home, it is, unfortunately, not an option. We do, however, have one dirty little vice. Maybe you have it as well. Its name is “The Nefarious Power,” also known as Television. We do not have a satellite or even an antenna so we are not fed with the noxious influx of preprogrammed media 24/7; but we do frequent the library. Unfortunately we check out movies… not books. We are very selective about what we allow the children to watch, mostly early Disney movies, Kipper, Little Bear and the like. But when I read this article, it struck a cord. I am a chicken. I am afraid that should I let go of my “free media”, “entertainment”, “keep the kids occupied so I can cook dinner” machine, I will really be biting off more than I can chew. (My mouth is stuffed already.) The fact that I felt a bit of shame and recognized myself in what she said bothered me. If I truly believed in television’s innocence, I should have remained unbothered and nonchalant (the fact that Levin sent me the article helps with that Catholic guilt too, right?) So now I’m muddled and am lost as to the appropriate course of action; or at least I am trembling with fear at the thought and anticipating the shrieks of horror and despair should IT be removed.