Being Female

I love being a woman.

I love crying at commercials for no apparent reason. I love feeling guilty over *everything*. I love worrying (when my kids are the ripe-old-ages of 8, 7, and 3) that they might not choose to live as respectful, responsible adults who work hard and love the Lord. I love constantly criticizing my body, even things that I have no power to change (unless I had $10,000 and a good surgeon laying around). I love that I'm only 30 and already I forget what I was going to get in the time it takes me to walk across the house. I love feeling like I should be contributing financially to our household, but realizing that it's not really possible (but again, still feeling guilty). I love not being taken seriously when I'm talking to someone on the phone about our mortgage or something else of equal importance (no, you do not need to talk to my husband).

I love being a woman.

I love the memories I have of each of my babies kicking me from the inside and the amazing wonder of it all. I love that I can cry and I don't really need a reason. I love that I get to greet each of my kids with a smile every day when they get off the school bus. I love that I can trust the Lord (He knows my heart) and fully trust Him with my children and their futures. I love that as I fold my family's articles of clothing in the middle of the day I get to say a prayer for them and their day individually. I love that I don't regret not being around for each of my kids' (many!) milestones and that I have the priveledge of remembering vividly each "first." I love having a husband whose arms fit around me just so and whose hands hold my heart. I love that when I look at my body I see wrinkles from laughing so hard so often and stretch marks from growing three beautiful babies.

I love being a woman.