Bailey

Does Mother Know Best?

by Bailey on February 24, 2012 in Grace, Obedience

An anonymous commenter left this on my blog the other day: What are your thoughts on the relationship between Christian teenage girls and their mothers? Several sweet and Godly girls I know, who are anywhere from 14 to 18, seem to have struggles with the way their mothers run the household. (Again, including me.) Not […]

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She was articulate, Biblically versed, a cultural warrioress, womanly woman and culinary artist to boot. She dressed beautifully and modestly. She could debunk any atheist who trotted along as well as wring a chicken’s neck. She loved books and children alike. She submitted to her father, exuded a gentle and quiet spirit, and ended up […]

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Space

by Bailey on January 16, 2012 in Home Culture, Uncategorized

At my three-year-old Blues Clues birthday party, a girl tried to blow out my candles. I snapped, “It’s my birthday.” We caught it on tape. Nobody ever lets me forget it. Even at three, I was territorial, very fixed on having a special place, a special time, a special something “just for me.” It’s my […]

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I know an amazing young lady. When it comes to homemaking, she can do anything. Anything. Sew a Civil War ballgown in an afternoon? Yep. Deep clean the bathroom with the explanation of, “I was just bored”? You bet. Whip up scrumdiddliumptious desserts on demand? Better believe it! Unfortunately for you, she chooses to be […]

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They mean it nicely—I know they do. It’s only polite to ask it of up-and-coming students. There’s really no way they can avoid it without putting themselves in an awkward position. But whenever this topic comes up, nausea slowly takes me. Jitters begin in my pinky toe. I pick at my black blazer, blink rapidly, […]

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I knew better. But for some odd reason, I always pictured homeschooling my children to take place in a one-room-schoolhouse-like fashion, desks nailed to the floor and students sitting at attention with pencils poised to take in me and my blackboard. How I ever got that from real life, I’ll never know. We have desks, […]

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Or What Good Is an Unmarried Homemaker? Confession: I no longer want to be a homemaker-in-training. Second confession: it’s not what you think. Let me calm and clarify. If you had the mixed pleasure of talking to me in the past several years or so, you knew homemaking was not My Thing. I swept. I […]

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I’m home alone with a bunch of little siblings for two days. I’m vacuuming because I stepped on a sticky juice spill, and cleaning up the sticky juice spill made me realize how crummy the hardwood is. I’m vacuuming, and the baby sister is chirping the same syllable every split second. I’m vacuuming, and the little brother […]

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