In yesterday's mail came a comment to my old post God the Mother by my friend, dance2morn, expressing concerns about, well I would say equal rights for women, and pointing out that Jesus' model of character fits women more than men. I couldn't agree more with her position, and I went over for her the same injustices that came to my wife as those she spoke of.
Since then I've been thinking a lot about her point. Well she's right: women make better Christians than men, about 10 to 1; I figured that out when I was 9 years old and got in the habit of counting the congregation of the church my father served: not 10 to 1, maybe 2 to 1 or 3 to 1. Reflections for the next 70 years have borne out that it was a roughly accurate prediction of the degrees of character.
My father was the kingpin of our home although Mother was smarter (and I'm proud to say I got most of her genes). When I achieved a critical faculty, I became aware that he often and in fact generally took advantage of her good nature.
Somewhere in my teens I remember her saying to me that early in their marriage she came to see that someone had to give in, and she decided she might as well be the one. (Luckily marriages have become generally more equal than they were in that far off era-- and also much more unstable!) But that's another post.
The point here is that as a teenager I found myself constantly saying that I would never do (to my wife and children) what he had done, but you know: I did-- in just about every particular.
One thing I pride myself on: I always swore I would never impose on my children the constant moving that we endured (10 different locations in primary and secondary education), and I lived up to that resolution-- our children only spent school time in three locations.
Mother had a nervous breakdown (in connection with one of those moves), but my wife has done better: she's about the healthiest (physically and mentally) person I know, and she knows I love her, although I constantly take advantage of her in one way or another.
I hope to get to heaven on her coattails.
Our relationship began 48 years ago when we were counselors at a summer camp for semi-privileged kids: 8-17. I think she enjoyed the younger ones most while I found working with the teenage boys a tremendous experience.
In light of that experience I later told her that I would be interested in relating to our three sons when they were 21--- half jokingly.
Well I didn't start out to tell the story of my life, but if you read me much, you know that's what I generally wind up doing. I do have more to say on this theme of family relations, but I'm sorry to say my span of attention has run out. (This is what I used to call preaching, and I want to thank dance2morn again for stimulating me to these creative??? thoughts.)