I woke up around 12:30 this morning with a familiar pain in my knees. With no mother to look after them, I got up and crept out to the kitchen to find the Tylenol. Downing a couple pills with a cup of water, I realized I wouldn’t be able to go to sleep until the pain subsided, so I decided to clean my dirty living room.
Cleaning in the middle of the night was weird, but amazingly efficient with no interruptions. Armed with my Norwex rag and essential oils, I scrubbed away grimy streaks on the walls and swept peach seeds out from under the couch while I thought about women.
I have had many thoughts about women and issues relating to women for almost as long as I can remember, and most of those thoughts are too premature to birth here just yet. But I can always ask questions, right?
If you are a woman, do you enjoy seminars and books and Facebook groups designed especially for women? Do you enjoy getting together with lady friends to discuss essential oils and cloth diapers and the latest movie? Why or why not?
I see myself as sort of a recovering snob in the area of women’s issues. Far too often in my lifespan I have been cynical and even slightly mocking of women’s events, seeing them as too emotional and shallow for my liking. But now I see that while my hunger to learn and grow spiritually is legitimate, my contempt is a greater sin than another’s ignorance.
So in my effort to understand the dynamics of a group obsessed with the best cleaners and recipes and couponing tips and vacation ideas, I’m trying to reach past what feels painfully boring to what is anything but boring–the true heart of a woman with all its longings and fears.
I can go to events now and be touched, even if the quality of teaching sometimes makes my head ache. I can enjoy some small talk (That chicken you made was delicious! May I have your recipe?). Listening to another woman and giving her my full attention while keeping an ear open to God at the same time is vastly rewarding. But there are things I don’t yet understand.
Tell me, if you are a woman, what do you want out of life?
Feel free to comment below, or send me a private email or Facebook message if that feels safer. I promise to listen without judging.
The knee-pain is subsiding, and I think I will wander off to bed now. My living room is fresh and clean-smelling, at least until morning when my happy, crazy children will flit and dance through the house, scattering books and papers and crayons and food smears. Before I go to sleep, I’m publishing this unedited version of my midnight thoughts, because I really do want to hear from you.