This morning I had my MOPS meeting and at the last minute I decided to go. MOPS is a group of stay at home moms that meet at a church in Houston and basically provide support to each other and a break from the kiddos every other week as childcare is provided by the church free of charge. The speaker today was supposed to be the church's pastor and he was to talk about marriage. I'm not a big fan of listening to preachers talk about marriage because the marriage they usually talk about is not my marriage. And we like our marriage the way it is thank you very much.
Apparently the pastor forgot that he was supposed to be talking to us and instead we got an assistant pastor whose wife is in our group so basically he couldn't say anything that would tick her off...the world submissive didn't come up once. Amen.
He actually talked about the role of the stay at home mom, a role that after two years I'm starting to settle in to. The talk was pretty good, especially given the fact he had all of ten minutes to prepare. He spoke about our role as our husband's helper and assistant. He made the point that it's not the easiest job in the world being the sole breadwinner for an entire family (especially in this economy) and that as the primary shopper in the family we, as the wife/mother, should take care of the family finances in a very frugal manner. This in turn makes our husbands feel more secure in their role as breadwinner...they feel as though they have won enough bread.
On the way home I began to go over in my mind all that I have spent on decorating our new house in an attempt to have a nice place for my breadwinner to come home to. As I started to feel guilty I began to list the items I could still take back rather than hang on the wall. Then it came to me...a sign.
I checked our mail and found a check from the insurance company for overpayment on the house insurance at closing.
What guilt was I talking about?
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
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