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The Pursuit of Super-Womaninity

"I like to start my notes to you like we are already in the middle of a conversation." As if we have been talking about the pursuit of super-womaninity for weeks, no, years.

For the last little while I have been fascinated by women who seem to sore above the rest, accomplishing amazing feats like not hitting the snooze button. A woman who is able to spend time on her hair and makeup, have quiet time, eat breakfast, go to work all day, come home and cook an amazing dinner, do the dishes, wash the clothes, clean, pay the bills, manage the budget, spend quality time with her husband, and go to sleep having accomplished all her hard work for the day. Oh, and how about adding a few kids in there and doing the mommy thing as well. Perhaps we can't always get it all done. But I do know a few people who come quite close.

I lived with my sister for a few months in 2007. I believe this is when my fascination with super-hero qualities began. My sister had just had her second baby and I was visiting to be the nanny while she was at work. I can't even begin to describe to you the level of super-human-ness she had attained to my non-married-no-babies-college-girl brain. Here was a woman who had just had a baby, who was not sleeping through the night, who was waking up at an ungodly hour to feed the baby, get ready for work, eat breakfast, write down directions for the day for said nanny and husband, to then go to work teaching other peoples teenagers all day, then come home, play with the children, grocery shop, cook dinner, bathe children, put children to bed, make dessert, and then hang out with husband and said nanny. Brilliant. Awe-Inspiring. Why don't women like this win the Nobel Peace Prize?

Since putting off my non-married-college-girl self, July 26th of 2008, I've been trying to live the life of those super-women who have gone before. And I have come to realize and appreciate one thing about the pursuit of super-womaninity--its exhausting. Exhausting but satisfying.

Here's to others like me who are trying to live to our potential as women. Perhaps one day we will be sanctified into the Proverbs 31 woman the Bible talks about, but until then may we build each other up in prayer and encouragement.

PS Womaninity is not in-fact a word. It is a chimera of words, referencing Super-Woman and a song from the movie Summer Magic called "Femininity".

Comments

  1. Love it! What a great premise for a blog--can't wait to read more!

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  2. sweet. so glad you decided to start a new blog! i guess 7-9 months isn't quiet enough time for us to become superwives! at least our hubbies are satisfied! you should read "shopping for time" by carolyn mahaney.

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  3. hey are you "the paradox of chiarscuro?"

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  4. Yeah I used to be the paradox of chiaroscuro, I tried to change my name though, because that was attached to a really old blog that I need to delete.

    Hey! We can be super wives too! Its the pursuit thereof. We're getting there!

    --Carly

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  5. oh how i love your writing... and your sweet heart. (tachycardia and all) love to you, dear sweet girl.

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