Pride–I know thee well.
This article made me smile in a couple of places. It’s a mom recounting how she makes it all happen with seven children.
I liked this part the best:
It turns out that I don’t need the public presence my pride thinks my talents deserve (and all the smartphones, haircuts, petrol, and trousers necessary for such publicity) for my life to be worth exactly what every human life is worth: nothing to most people, and everything to a few.
(Petrol? Trousers? Hello, UK! Fun.)
My add to what she said: My life is worth nothing to most people, everything to a few, and supremely everything to my Creator. That I live one more day is something I can give thanks for every morning. My life is a gift, even if today it is a congested, sore throat, snivelling, coughing, will-I-live-to-see-another-day kind of gift. (The answer being yes you will! It’s called the common cold and people generally do survive these things.)
Why must I bring a Creator, aka God, into this? Because this mother is valuable to seven more people than I am valuable to, yet that does not, I repeat, DOES NOT make her more valuable than others with fewer/no children. We are each unique created souls, of inestimable worth, and that doesn’t alter based on how many accomplishments we have, how many children we have, how much money we have, how many friends/acquaintances/possessions/athletic pursuits/books writtten/Gold Medal Wins–do I need to go on–that we have.
Ultimately, the pro-life struggle is about convincing each woman who carries a child of her own worth. Men can and should help do this, but since the woman carries the baby, it’s she who must ultimately truly believe she is valuable regardless of circumstance. This is very difficult to do because we live in a world where we are valued for what we do, where we live, how much we make, what our title is. And title, earnings, what we do–these things can and indeed do diminish in the short term when you have a baby. Your title goes UP (with the baby, who will always only ever have one mom) and DOWN with the world. (Yes, I do resent this, somehow, and am working through my thoughts on it. To repeat: Pride, I know thee well.)
Being in Washington D.C. for the past four months taught me a lesson in humility. Yes, I’m a crazy social conservative, and many hold me in disdain. The problem is, being held in disdain is itself a form of recognition, and if I’m honest, I enjoy it. In Canada I am known for what I do. I have a title. I am a bigger fish in a smaller pond. But in the US of A I am one among many, no title, and not known for what I do. People were generally still nice, and some were very, very, very kind. I’d call them out for this but they would be embarrassed and not want the attention. I think they know who they are.
At the same time, I also got to experience Ye Olde “You Don’t Have Anything To Offer Me So Now I Shall Search For Someone New To Talk To” syndrome at events. We all know it. The searching eyes. The “I’ve seen your name tag and now I need to move on.” Oh yes.
It is my hope to get over my pride, to focus on my contribution to making the world a better place, to helping women thrive, their unborn babies live. At risk of sounding religiously self-satisfied, I’d also add this: How much better to get credit where it counts, for the things that really count with the One who ultimately counts.
Over and out. Going to take more cold medication now.by