I am part of a club I never thought I would belong to.
In fact, I distinctly remember telling my mom about 7 years ago that I would "never" do it.
She laughed and wisely told me "never say 'never'".
I am part of the Trinity Wives Club. Well...this is a semi-fictitious club....semi. (The real group actually has a different name and I in no way want to put this group of hard-working women down. I'm just poking fun at the stereotypes that I am sure they roll their eyes at themselves.)
I am part of it whether I like it or not.
Late night paper writing, pinching pennies, planning social gatherings around big projects and finals, and not being able to plan a concrete future because who knows what will happen after graduation. But the "cookie cutter" part of this TWC is something I do not fit into. Don't ever ask me to bake...seriously, like, I get offended if you ask me to bake...(are you asking me because I'm a woman?!). I hate doing dishes. I really don't find cooking much fun. When we invite people over it's Wes who does the cooking. You'll never catch me with piano books and a long skirt (this joke is only funny if you went to TIU). I do not have ambitions to lead a children's choir. And if someone says something negative about my husband...let's just say they'll be on my "list".
I'm aware of my positive qualities that will aid Wes in his/our future ministry together but I just chuckle to myself about all the stereotypes I don't fit into. I'm okay with that. Obviously God is too.
But in all seriousness, don't ever ask me to bake.
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