A happy home
Marriage-putting off “the natural man”.
I’ve been reading a lot of articles on marriage lately and, all of a sudden, more articles start showing up in my news feeds. A little creepy, to be honest.
Lately, Tim and I have been taking out our stress on each other more than usual. Chalk it up to the five kids and their activities and needs, the sleep deprivation having teenagers and toddlers affords and the demands of work and heavy-duty church assignments. There’s no excuse for it, but there’s no shortage of things to which nurturing our marriage sometimes takes a back seat.
Last week we had a full-blown tizzy, ahem, minor disagreement. As is often the case when Tim and I don’t see eye to eye, I start hunting for any and all marital advice, searching the scriptures, reading counsel from church leaders, and yes, scouring the internet for related content. Hence the uptick in marriage articles on my newsfeed.
So today I stumbled across an article with this title: Scarlett Johannsen says “marriage a lot of work, monogamy unnatural.” I clicked on it, despite my usual distaste for celebrity opinion. It was disappointing, as one would expect, to hear a high-profile individual simultaneously state the obvious and then pooh-pooh the greater good.
Yes, marriage can be a lot of work. And sure, monogamy is unnatural if you want to lump ourselves in with the rest of the animal kingdom and ignore the fact that we were endowed with complex brains and the ability to make moral decisions. (Incidentally, several animal species employ monogamy, perhaps with more consistency than humans.)
In any case, why is it that we’re so quick to absolve ourselves of moral character? Why do we assume that when the going gets tough, the tough get going? As in going, going, gone. What makes us think that we should do what comes naturally instead of what is right?
“For the natural man is an enemy to God, and has been from the fall of Adam and will be forever and ever unless he yields to the enticings of the Holy Ghost, and putteth off the natural man, and becometh a saint through the Atonement of Jesus Christ”.
I believe we are so much more than what the world would have us believe. We are sons and daughters of God, created in His likeness, and endowed with potential to become like Him and inherit all that He has. And I believe that marriage, with all its “work”and “monogamy”, is the perfect training ground in which to do so.
Everything of value in my life has required work. What a convoluted view to suggest that marriage would be any different. Monogamy provides stability and satisfaction to a relationship, and, by extension, to a family. How ridiculous to think that we can experience any real measure of joy by doing what comes naturally! What comes naturally to me is sleeping in every day and eating chips and chocolate around the clock but, last I checked, that isn’t exactly a recipe for a life full of meaning.
So eat your heart out, ScarJo, and set that bar low for yourself and humankind. Me? I’ll take work and monogamy with a huge helping of joy and happiness on the side.
Twelve.
This girl is a delight. Just look at that smile! She’s a quirky one, for sure, asking for baby snacks for her twelfth birthday, jeesh! Lily has an inner confidence that is astounding – she simply doesn’t care what others think. She knows she is fantastic through and through. (This can be problematic in the parenting department because she occasionally doesn’t give a darn about impressing her parents, but I still count it an attribute, nonetheless.)
For Lily’s birthday, she dragged a few of her favorite friends to a movie at the “real” theater. As in, not the dollar theater… or home theater, as the case usually is for our family. I even indulged her fancies by springing for soda and popcorn – unheard of. We then returned for a pizza dinner and Just Dance. Lily has been blessed with a fantastic circle of friends. We affectionately refer to them as the Catholic, the Muslim, the Mormon and the Jew, though I’m not entirely sure as to what extent each of these friends’ families practice their religion. They are four peas in a pod, however, and we love having them in our home. Almost as much as we love Lily.
Winter Carnival.
We’ve lived in Boise for almost 14 years and finally decided to make the 2 hour trek north for the McCall Winter Carnival. Grandma and Grandpa were sticking around after the baptism for a few days so we figured, what the heck, more cold and snow won’t kill them. We selected a Monday to pull the kids out of school and make a day trip out of it. We thought that would be a safe intro to what is, on the weekends, more aptly described as a “carnival”. We found the weekday atmosphere to be less crowded, easy-going, and, to be honest, a little underwhelming. To be sure, there were some pretty phenomenal ice sculptures. We even rode the ski lift up Brundage mountain to catch the first place winner – an intricate train sculpture which was no less impressive than the scenery at the top of the mountain. Still, I must need atmosphere for a complete experience. Trekking around town with the pressing throng, city-wide events, beckoning restaurants…it just isn’t the same without the crowds. Not that I would know. Just a hunch.
Playing hooky, however, was pretty darn fun.
Eight is great – take four.
Our baby girl turned eight! Eve has brought us so much joy in her short life – her tender heart and desire to do what’s right are admirable traits. She chose to be baptized unflinchingly, with all the innocence of youth, understanding that it meant she was covenanting to follow Jesus, yet not comprehending how difficult that will be at times. Eve has a strong sense of faith in Jesus Christ that brightens our home and her future.
For her birthday, she chose to invite a few friends to join her at the local ice-skating rink. A couple of weeks later, family joined us for her baptism. We kept the celebration going by ringing in the lunar new year with delicious stir-fry, homemade egg rolls, and our traditional nasty food-eating contest. The adults took the cake this year – with all of them making it to the final round. Lots of laughs over the faces generated by this year’s selections. Eric won for the best poker face. Although I think Grandpa J actually enjoyed most of the offerings. Strange folk, those Jacksons.
Snow day joy.
Our first significant snowfall came on December 23rd, just as I was wrapping up my Christmas shopping. We hunkered down for the snowstorm and welcomed a generously white Christmas. The day after Christmas we drove down to SoCal for a healthy dose of Vitamin C before returning to more snow a week later. And more snow. And then some more. We had gotten back a day before school was to resume and actually found ourselves with an extra week of winter break. That’s five snow days, peeps! There were a lot of Boiseans going stir-crazy but since our family had had a week of warm weather in San Diego to break it up, we reveled in the uncharacteristic winter. It helped that our heater worked properly and our car has 4-wheel drive so we could make it out for a Costco run successfully, despite the dismal job our county does in snow removal. Truly, this was a winter to remember! Snow forts, sledding, ice-skating – all outside our front door.
A California new year.
Tim’s company required that he use a certain portion of his time off between the months of November and March, so naturally we started looking at warm weather destinations. We briefly toyed with the idea of a Hawaii trip before opting for the less-expensive option of driving to visit family in San Diego. Despite getting stuck in Las Vegas traffic for six hours(warranting a last minute stay in Barstow to calm the crazies) on our way down, we managed to get our fill of family, fun and sunshine.
Learning to play an instrument-a must.
“I wish my parents had never made me learn to play the …(insert name of any instrument).” Said no one, ever. What you usually hear, in fact, is something more along the lines of, “Oh, I wish my mom hadn’t let me quit.” Or, “Gosh, I wish my parents had pushed me to keep up the piano(or another comparable instrument).”
I carry some of these regrets, too. I started piano at a very young age but wasted my parents’ hard-earned money by not practicing so they let me quit. I probably clocked in a grand total of 2 1/2 years of actual lessons, max.
I consider myself lucky, though, because I LOVE to sing, and that was enough motivation to plop myself down on the piano bench to accompany myself belting out any number of Broadway show tunes. Even today, I manage to play most of the hymns in our church hymnbook fairly easily, and have even successfully accompanied the choir on a number of more challenging pieces. That was a feat that required hours of diligent practice and resulted in personal anxiety and quivering fingers. It’s painfully obvious that I am lacking in training, though I score a few points by faking it.
When my husband and I discussed expectations in raising children, we both felt it important to provide regular music lessons. We decided that I would start the kids on piano after they learned to read. I would teach them until they reached a certain level of proficiency and then they would have the option of moving on to a more experienced teacher or choosing a different instrument. So far, three of my daughters have graduated from my humble piano school, two of which are continuing their studies with another teacher in our community. The third is taking violin lessons and participating in the school orchestra.
As a side note, I have a friend, a very accomplished musician, who says that the best money she ever spent was in sending her children to someone else for their piano training. I agree with this, because most children, mine included, are not out to impress mom. The frequency(and quality) of their piano practice shot up exponentially as soon as I passed them onto another instructor.
Still, the reason I take my kids on as piano students initially is that I’m not overly concerned with them becoming piano virtuosos at the tender age of six. I simply want to give them exposure to the basics and establish a practice habit. Because if they’ll practice for me, they’ll practice for anyone. That, and I’m cheap.
My children will continue to learn the instrument of their choice until they leave our home (or until we can no longer afford it, heaven forbid). The benefits of learning an instrument are numerous and virtually indisputable so it’s sort of a non-negotiable around here.
“But what if they don’t practice?”
Agreed. You can’t force your kids to practice any more than you can keep teenage daughters from borrowing each others’ clothes. But, you can make the alternative so undesirable that they are relegated to their half-hour a day of so-called torture. We have our fair share of protesters around here. Well, mostly just one. She knows that if she digs in her heels when I remind her about practicing that she’s at risk of losing other desirables in her life, like dance or ice-skating lessons. The rule is, all other lessons/activities are on the table for elimination if she puts up a fight. Find out what your kid really loves and hold it over his/her head until regular practice is established. I’m not above bribing my children.
The good news is, at some point they will find the instrument they love and practice will no longer be an issue. We were at my sister-in-laws house for a few days this week and she remarked at how my girls would sit down plunk out a piece on her piano just because they felt like it. She said she would love for her kids to do that but she hasn’t been able to find a good teacher that didn’t cost an arm and a leg.
My response? Don’t pay for expensive lessons in the hopes that your child will magically love the instrument you’ve selected. Pay for reasonably-priced lessons until they find an instrument they want to practice. This will take time, as anyone who’s learned an instrument knows because enjoyment factor and level of proficiency are directly related. Then you can spring for more pricey lessons.
So start early. Be consistent. Be patient. And don’t give up. It’s not the end of the world if little Jimmy doesn’t get an oboe scholarship. But after eighteen years of instrument practice he’ll have a laundry list of benefits. And he’ll never be able to say, “Man, I wish my parents had made me practice more.” Heck, he might even say he liked it.
Teaching your kids about money-for cheapskate parents.
As expressed in a previous post about our family chore system, you may have discovered that our kids don’t get a whole lot of spending money for being part of our family. Fortunately, we live in Idaho, where the cost of living is reasonable, so they don’t need a ton of cash to survive.
Wait a second. My kids don’t pay rent, they don’t buy groceries. Until age 13, they don’t even buy their own clothes. Every dime they earn is disposable income. Why on earth would they need more than a few dollars a month in spending money? It’s more than enough to buy their weight in candy every once in a while. Cause we all know that’s what they’ll be spending it on.
Don’t blame the cost of living in California for the outrageous allowance you’re forking out. Be realistic.
Ask yourself why you’re giving your kids money. To demonstrate that hard work yields monetary rewards? To learn how to spend and save wisely? Those are my top reasons.
Do either of those reasons support breaking the bank to pay out their allowance? No. In fact, it might be counterproductive. You see, scarcity requires discipline. If your children are swimming in money and lack any sort of real-world allocations for that money(rent, gas, clothes, etc.), you’d just as soon not give them much of it. Otherwise they’ll be sorely disappointed when they go off on their own at 18 and come to find out that there’s not much leftover for their daily Starbucks habit after the bills are paid. (Unless you intend to pay all their bills, in which case, you’ve got even bigger problems and I can’t help you with those).
Your job is to prepare them to stand on their own two feet when you kick them out of they leave the house. Here’s what we’re doing. And crossing our fingers that it works.
- Teaching them to work. This includes service in our home, church and community, but it must also include paid work so they understand the principle behind earning a paycheck. See our chore system for details.
- Pay tithing. We believe that everything we have comes from God. Paying a tenth of our earnings to Him demonstrates faith and gratitude for the multitude of blessings we enjoy. As a bonus, it also helps us keep our priorities straight when determining how to use the rest.
- Sock away a healthy chunk of it. 40% of every cent my kids earn goes into a savings account, not to be touched until they are pursuing higher education. (When I was little, my parents had us save 20%, which was admirable, but I personally think it needs to hurt a bit more for it to become a habit).
- Provide a matching program. My kids get to do pretty much whatever they want with the remaining 50% of the earnings. However, my husband and I provide an extra incentive for them to save more by matching whatever they put into savings dollar for dollar. Keep in mind, we do not match the required 40% savings. Only what they deposit of their spending money. So, if Eve gets paid $10, she will pay $1 tithing, $4 in savings and have $5 leftover to spend. She decides to save an additional $2 of her spending money, so we match it, $4 more goes into savings and she is left with $3 to spend. It’s a pretty sweet system and you can tell by their account balances who are the spenders and who are the savers. Strangely, there is a direct correlation with hair color.
- Give your kids age-appropriate financial responsibilities. Start small and increase their allowance to provide for said responsibilities. For instance, at age ten, you might increase a child’s income a tad so that they can start paying for birthday presents when they get invited to parties. In our family, at age thirteen, you get to open a checking account (to which we make a deposit quarterly) and start buying your own clothes. Incidentally, this also benefits me because I will never have to go clothes shopping with a teenager. In theory. Once you get a driver’s license, you can start paying for gas, car maintenance, insurance, or all of the above.
This plan will look a bit different for each family, but the core principles are sound. Give your children a leg up when they leave the nest by giving them experience in the world of financial literacy. Unless you want them sleeping on your couch until kingdom come. If so, then, by all means, carry on. Carry on.
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Motherhood: nice work, if you can get it.
We’ve heard that “the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.” But Oh, let me count the ways in which the importance of mothers and fathers is discounted in favor of worldly power,money or prestige.
When I was first married, I spent a few weeks a bit lost and somewhat wallowing in self-pity. I was on the brink of graduating and, instead of having a job lined up in an exciting city on my favorite side of the country, I was working a dead-end full-time job to support my husband while he finished school. While marriage itself was fun and fulfilling, I was grieving the loss of the possibilities that had once been mine but were temporarily sidelined in favor of our new family unit.
In a conversation with a friend from my early college years, who was a single, working professional at the time, I was given a moment of clarity. She said(after my updating her on my perceived lowered status), “Susie, you are a smart, talented woman. You were not made to shelve your ambitions for dish cloths and home-cooked meals.” Something inside me recoiled. Maybe it was my pride. Or maybe it was something deeper. Something telling me that she was wrong. Dead wrong. That laundry and baking, cleaning and supporting my husband financially did not make me subordinate or apathetic.
I turned a corner that day. That day, I discovered that the dominant narrative in the world was fundamentally false. Here’s what I’d been hearing, and continue to hear this day. Women in traditional roles are weak. Don’t waste your college education to stay at home with your kids. Influence in the world is superior to influence in the home. If you’re not getting paid for it, it must not be worthwhile work. Your list of accolades determines your value to society. Equal rights supercedes everything else.
Don’t mistake me: I’m not reigniting the mommy wars. This is not a working mom vs. stay-at-home mom debate. I have friends with paying jobs who “get” this. They “get” that while they spend time outside of the home each week fulfilling a need within themselves or their families, that their most important and valuable work lies within the home. They’re not buying the so-called progressive agenda that women with the greatest influence are sitting in board rooms and corner offices, or featured in news articles, or getting the most likes on social media. They’re not swept up in the falsehood that to “have control over one’s body” trumps sacrificing one’s body to house a human for nine months. They understand that while the benefits of parenthood are not easily quantified, intrinsic rewards matter. And. The net benefit of good parents to society is fundamental to its stability.
For all our parading about, touting the fact that we finally had a female presidential candidate, or that women command respect in a wide variety of careers across our country, or that the majority of college graduates in the U.S. are now female, we have forgotten what is truly important. Don’t get me wrong. I am grateful to live in a country where the possibilities for women are virtually endless. I’m just not enamored by the insinuation that to not pursue those possibilities is being complacent.
Case in point: I read an article in recent years that said that daughters of mothers who work outside the home are more successful and their sons are more caring. How did they measure success in the girls? By their employment status and income status, naturally. See what I mean?
First of all, it kind of goes without saying that whatever was modeled by the parents in a home would have a statistically significant effect on the choices of the offspring in that home. Stay-at-home moms are more likely to breed daughters who will stay at home and likewise for working moms. Kind of a no-brainer.
But then. They attach the word “successful” to those who ended up working outside the home. Because you’re not “successful” unless your collecting a paycheck or in a supervisory role at work, right? At least that’s what they keep telling us.
This narrative is not helping our kids. It’s not helping society as a whole. Modern feminism, for all its victories, should have stopped short at securing the right to vote, to gain an education and to have equal opportunity in employment. What has evolved is completely anti-marriage and anti-family,is it degrading a unit that should be preserved at all costs.
Some may say my traditional view is an antiquated one. Maybe it is. But it works. I am living, breathing proof of it.
I believe that marriage functions best with two equal partners-a wife who uses her gifts to bless her family and a husband who does the same. I respect my husband’s role in our home and he values mine. We try to complement each other, not compete.
That’s because one role is not superior to another.
Every job has some measure of drudgery, whether you get paid or not. Raising children is no different. Still, I’m tired of hearing that somehow I’m oppressed, or simple-minded, or complacent because I don’t have a corner office or six-figure salary.
So excuse me, I’ve got bottoms to wipe, books to read aloud, dinner to cook, art lessons to plan, piano to teach, laundry to tackle and wisdom to impart. I don’t get paid a dime for it, nor am I guaranteed a simple “thank you”. But it is deeply satisfying and vitally important. And I’ll keep busting my buns to be “successful” at it. No matter what anyone else says.