When I was 16, I decided I wanted to be a homemaker and be a stay-at-home mom. It just so happened that we (my brother, mother, and I) went to stay with my great grandparents. My brother told my great grandma he wanted to be a doctor and, as with everyone he told, she was so excited.
I went and cried alone in a bedroom. My mother came and found me and asked me what was wrong. I explained to her between sobs that no one ever gets that excited when I mention I wanted to be a stay-at-home-mom and wife. My mum told me that no matter how other people acted, she was proud of me and excited.
I’ve had people tell me how I need to go to college and get a job. I have a job and it pays pretty well. I don’t want to go to college because I don’t have anything I want to pursue in a degree level.
I’m not a full-time domestic engineer yet, but I still want to be. I want to homeschool my babies, to raise them and teach them right from wrong. I want to keep house and cook delicious meals from scratch. I want to tend a garden and, if I could, I would want to keep livestock. I want to be a helpmeet to my husband.
I’ve been attacked because of this. I’ve been told women need to be out working and leave their babies with daycare or schools.
I’ve been told to be superwoman.
To keep a full-time (or longer) job and bring home a paycheck that rivals (or exceeds!) my husbands.
To raise my children by seeing them only in the early mornings and evenings, sending them off to someone else that watches them grow up and teaches them how they want them to think.
To pick up fast food to feed the family every night.
To do the cleaning, the dishes, the laundry on weekends and be continually stressed about them.
To do what is on my agenda and to meet my goals, then maybe give some to my husband.
To fight against men, tell them they are dumb for being how they are, and de-masculanize them.
And I can say that I don’t want to.
I don’t want to be superwoman.
I don’t want to be gone all day, working for someone else who I’m disposable to.
I don’t want to send my babies off when I can teach them, when God calls me to raise them in the paths they should go.
I don’t want to spend an exuberant amount of money on fast food, I want to cook from scratch, bake bread, kombucha, and kefir, to feed my family healthy foods.
I don’t want to have my weekends filled with cleaning. I want to have a bright clean house to relax in and for my husband to come home to each night.
I don’t want to give my leftovers to my husband after focusing on myself. I want him to know I’m his helpmeet, ready to be his partner in anything life throws at us.
And I don’t want to fight against men. I want to empower men.
A real man doesn’t attack women. A real man is a gentleman, not a rapist, an abuser, or someone who sees women as a doormat. I want to empower my husband, my sons, my father and father-in-law, my nephews, my uncles, my cousins, my brother and brother’s-in-law, and any other men to treat women with respect and dignity, as they are the gentler sex, even if many of them have been lied to. I want to empower them to stand up and be men, to be “strong and courageous” (Joshua 1:9) and to take responsibility for the well-being of their families. I want to charge them with being to their wives “as Jesus was to the church” (Ephesians 5:25-33). I want them to realize that they are the heads of their families and that they are the ones who are called to lead.
I want to teach women to be kind and loving to their men. My sisters in Jesus, my sister’s-in-law, my mother and mother’s-in-law, my nieces, my aunts, my cousins, my daughters, and any other women I meet everyday. I want to teach them to be the “crown of their husbands” (Proverbs 12:4a) instead of the “rot in his bones” (Proverbs 12:4b). I want to teach them to be a Proverbs 31 woman. I want to teach them to be a Titus 2 woman. I want them to know what real submission is and how they are praising God when they “submit to their husbands as to God” (Ephesians 5:22-24; 33).
I want to fight against feminazism.
And I want to live righteously as I can, to bring glory to God.