Today, as I was bemoaning the fact that my husband has been extra busy this month with school and work, I began to think about how I was not made for this time and age. If I had my druthers, I’d much prefer to live before the industrial revolution. Sure… I wouldn’t be writing any of this to you people out in the blogosphere, but I wouldn’t know any better…. now would I?
Here’s what got me thinking about living pre- industrial revolution. The hubs has been SO STINKING BUSY this month. We are planning to travel for Christmas so he has crammed 4 weeks of work into 2. That, coupled with school added to his internship in the counseling clinic means for some long, lonely days at home. I do not say that I am a single mom… I am not. I will not pretend that I can fully relate to those who by choice or circumstance have to go child- raising alone. Because… at the end of the day… he does come home. I know he loves me and the kids and would much rather be here. I know he works hard to provide for us and care for us. I know that every second he’s away … it’s for us.
Back in the day… for ages and ages… men worked the land.. worked at home. Their children saw them work. Their jobs had immediate implications for the family life. Daddy’s work was up close and personal and everyone had a hand in making the house run.
I think about pioneer days when the men worked the land with their boys at their sides. Sure… I have glamorized what life must have been like because I have read Little House on the Prarie and countless other books like it.
But the general point I am trying to make is that for the most part… dads were home. Work was home, home was work… but dads were home and training their children according to their trade. My hubs would LOVE to be home. We would LOVE to own a ranch and run it as a family. But, ever since the industrial revolution, the norm has been for men to go out, away from the home for most of the day, to earn a living and bring home the bacon… leaving young children wondering what exactly it is that Daddy does all day.
Selfishly… I want a break. I want someone here to take the heat off me so I can kick back and breathe for two minutes without having to deal with fighting or injuries or potty accidents or…
Don’t get me wrong, I ADORE my little monkeys. I chose to stay home with them and invest in training them up… but let’s be honest… I don’t know very many people who want to stay at their job 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
So… after my little pity party and dreaming of how I was born at the wrong time in history… we read the story of Esther tonight (part of our Jesse Tree advent devotion)… Of course, we read the chapter where Mordecai tells Esther she was made for “such a time as this.” God made no mistakes when planning her life. Consequently, He made no mistakes when making mine.
Here I am… living in this day and age.. wondering how my life will make an impact “for such a time as this.”