This morning I had a doctor's appointment and decided as I ran from the house to grab Uncovered (by Susie Davis) to take along.
As I sat waiting for the good doctor, I read the most interesting chapter about how we morph from wife to mother, without the slightest thought to our husband's needs. It was a well developed chapter (not that my brief synopsis could do it justice), which laid out that we can sometimes, inadvertently and obviously unwittingly, forsake our femininity and our husband's desires, which can leave him open to temptation to look elsewhere for that sort of fulfillment. (NOT THAT IT IS CONDONED!)
Here's a quote:
"Because when we surrender the sexy part of our femininity exclusively to childrearing, we are giving away a piece that is rightfully ours as a woman and a wife. And if we're really honest here, we're giving away a piece that is rightfully our husband's too."
Hmmm...This seems like a good day to run to Target for some Gilligan & O'Malley!
***Side Note*** I became impatient with waiting for Her Daughter's Dream to be delivered by ChristianBooks.com, so I bought it today at the store. Terribly impatient, I tell you! So, I have decided to give the soon to be delivered copy to Bethany, since she is already half way through Her Mother's Hope. However, Bethany must promise to let Regan borrow it...since Regan will be borrowing my Her Mother's Hope soon! What a treasure, to have fellow nerdlings!
***Secondary Side Note*** My sister sent a text yesterday, asking if I had heard anything about Here Burns My Candle by Liz Curtis Higgs. My answer to my sister, "Dearie, I have that very book of which you inquire. I have read it and have felt nothing by angst as I await the second installment, Mine is the Night, which shall avail itself on the ides of March." That's the 15th of March, just in case that odd line from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar didn't haunt you like it did me! And, perhaps, that wasn't the exact wording that I responded back to Hannah...it's written as if I were actually in the book, residing in Edinburgh of 1745. But, I did love Here Burns My Candle...and I am waiting anxiously for the conclusion of this allegory of Ruth and Naomi. Highly Recommended!