From all accounts, the previous generation(s) of women did things pretty differently than we do today. There were different expectations placed on them from the outside and even maybe from within themselves. For one thing, I think many of the day-to-day aspects of life--struggles and triumph--went without a lot of discussion and examination. People in general just didn't "get it all out" like we do nowadays. Our generation talks about everything, leaving no stone unturned in our efforts toward self-help and discovery. In many ways, I'm very glad that this area has changed. There is a lot more freedom of expression and respect for transparency. Sometimes, though, I wonder if we maybe "get out" a little too much. I feel almost like the effort to be honest and transparent can begin to sound contrived, thus making it counterproductive. I also wonder how far we should go in our efforts to let the truth be known about others' pre-conceived notions. FOR EXAMPLE, I was talking before in another post about my struggles with laundry, and disciplined housekeeping, etc. I really meant everything that I had to say. There were responses from several of you saying that you identify in areas of your own with this issue. I guess we can just all pat each other on the back and say "you're not alone" in this! Let's face it, the condition in which you would find my home if you came unannounced, would be VERY different than if you came invited. (truth be told, there would be days, that I would turn out the light and hide behide the drapes if I saw you coming!) But I know and have known some women that it doesn't bother them one bit, mess or no. They're just glad to have you pop in or come over by invitation, no matter what the condition of the house is! In some ways, I envy them in that. But I have digressed.
I was sharing with Julia on the phone how I know that many of the ladies I go to church with have the wrong idea about me. I mean, I do my best to "have it all together" when I go to church on Sunday morning. We "clean up real good" before heading off to the church house! We strive to do our best in our musical offerings, and in anything else that we may be part of. We expect the same from our children. And a couple of weeks ago, I had Lauren's hair in two french braids. NO BIG DEAL!! RIGHT?!? I actually had a lady say to me, that not only do I do all this music, and have four kids cleaned and ready for church, but I even do french braids! Her words: "you really are little Miss Betty Home-maker!" HA!
I guess somehow from her perspective that must be the truth. But from the standard I hold myself to, I am FAR from it. Derek thought he coined the phrase, "I'm a closet perfectionist" meaning that I hold myself to an impossibly high standard inwardly that I never meet outwardly. Yesterday I saw a book "Confessions of Closet Perfectionist", so I guess he missed his chance to gain any capital from his idea!
For all the rambling, I guess my point is this: do I have any responsibility to merge the conception of me with the reality of me? Or is it truly that we all just have different standards of what we consider "outstanding" and "perfection"? If we held everyone else to the same standard by which we judge ourselves, how would we view them? I think the lady at church must just be holding me up to her idea of "super-mom". Because in my own book, and by my own standard, I ain't no super-mom, super-woman, or super-wife. And to prove it, I'm even gonna leave that bad grammar unchecked and un-corrected! :)