Is it weird?
Is it weird that I am living vicariously through my friends and their babies?
A lot of my friends are pregnant. A LOT. A lot of them are on their second round, which means that the ones they were pregnant with 1.5 to 3 years ago are getting so big, and cute, and fun! FUN! I am especially enjoying the little girls. Have I mentioned that I WANT A GIRL??? No? Well, I do.
And my sweet hubby was mean enough to remind me that I need to not give up hope on this dream. Darn you, Hubby! Why couldn’t you let me have at least one moment of cynicism?
Anywho, I have really been enjoying living vicariously through these special little ones. I love their little outfits, and their cute little earrings, and doing their hair. OH, HOW I LOVE DOING THEIR HAIR! I love how they are already discovering the beauty of being a girl, and even developing their own style. I love these girls.
Is it weird that I am enjoying my domestic-ness so much?
I am hoping that I am becoming part of a generation that is going to re-learn, re-capture what our great-grandparents just plainly knew. I’ve read many times that we tend to surround ourselves with people who think the same way we do so that we feel normal. I have very domestic friends. Friends that want to do things the best way, not necessarily the easy way. Friends that delight in their woman-hood and are following that calling with their whole hearts.
Are we weird?
In a world that is getting smaller, and smaller, and faster, and faster, is it weird for me to want to slow things down, and in many ways go back to the old ways? The ways of our great-grandparents? Is it weird for me to want to forgo convenience to capture the finer things in life? Finer things like freshly baked bread where I know every ingredient and the beautiful fragrance fills my kitchen, line dried towels washed in laundry soap I made, and homemade yogurt topped with freshly baked granola.
I feel weird at times in many ways. I’m a 6’1″ tall woman. Weird. I’m one of the most feminine, maternal women ever, and yet my ovaries and uterus have yet to produce a child. Weird. I crave breast-feeding. Very weird? Yes.
Ah, don’t you love those middle-school insecurities? 
(Not that middle-schoolers typically crave breastfeeding.)
Don’t get me wrong, I think I’m pretty darn amazing, I mean, I KNOW that God made me UNIQUE for many reasons. Trust me, that height and girth come in handy when my getting-bigger-every-day-11-almost-12-year-old is having one of those moments. I haven’t figured out all the reasons yet for all my weirdness-es, but here I am!
And you love my weirdness, RIGHT?
Blessings!
Hannah
1 Comment
That is an understatement…you are an awesome woman…and through this blog I am discovering more details about your daily life that I would not otherwise know! I totally agree with your desire to go back to the old ways…don’t know if I would have the patience for some of the do it yourself stuff, but love it anyway. But, aren’t we blessed to also have Facebook, etc,. so we can have a view over the shoulder of our loved ones to see what’s happening and to offer encouragement?! I think we have the best of BOTH worlds. Love you always…so does your Daddy.
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