|She's ready for Project Runway, don't you|
think? We can make it work. :)
I have to say that while I complain quite a bit, and generally do so with the caveat that I understand I am blessed and others have it worse, I add that caveat for a couple of reasons. One is to preempt the commenters who will otherwise remind me that I have it pretty good (as though I have a boatload of commenters!). The other is to keep things in perspective.
That said, I agree wholeheartedly with Jen that we should not feel a need to qualify our rantings. All the women whose writing I have read are deeply rooted in their love of Christ and their commitment to model their lives and their families after Him. To ask for qualification is to question that, and I do not. In fact, I think we need to remember that pain is relative to our situation. Growth comes out of struggle, and struggling isn't easy. What I appreciate about the no-holds-barred ravings is the dose of reality that I encounter. When writers lament of their own struggles, with or without whine, I feel normal. I feel that I can overcome whatever it is that I am mucking my way through because I am not alone. It is so important for us to not feel alone.
In motherhood, in womanhood, in humanhood, in general - we are not beings who are created to thrive in isolation. Is it a discipline some take on for the sake of others? Yes. Is it our natural state? No. We are created to be in community, to live in that village as we struggle through the joys and tribulations of life (Hillary didn't have it all wrong). The God who created us is community Himself in the Triune person. We need that authentic community and the ability to express all our joys and struggles with temperance, but without remorse. Do we need to blog every emotion we have every minute of the day? Probably not. Is it good for us to find ways to express what is going on inside of us, even the ugly, without fear of judgment or a necessity to qualify our understanding of the blessedness of our lives? You betcha.
The devil triumphs in darkness. What we do not bring into the light becomes fodder for his delight. Complaining, venting, whining...whatever you want to call it...it all brings what we struggle with in the dark out into the light. In that light, we lift each other up, we share our strength, we commiserate and feel each other's pain (why not add in a reference to both Clintons?). We share in the journey of motherhood which in this isolating culture can be pretty daunting - we don't have the well at the town at which we gather. Our well is often the internet, and our water cooler talk is the nitty gritty of our lives, which all contain the struggle of the tension we endure in our humanity. We share in the journey to the heart of Christ, in which we know there is pain because Christ endured the greatest pain.