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A Bye-Gone Era

I think that there is something missing in today’s world.  Real men.

If you look at eras like the 1920s-1950s, men were much different.  They wore suits and hats if they had office jobs, putting the hats on whenever they were outside and taking them off inside.

The hat was an extension of the man, and his respect and leadership.  For example, men would tip their hats to women, open doors for women and get chairs for women.

People today might consider this old-fashioned or chauvinistic.  How dare a man call a woman “miss” or “ma’am”?  How dare a man hold a woman on a pedestal?  How dare a man be the leader of his family when clearly a woman knows best?

To be honest with everyone, I think this impression is wrong.  Sure, there were some men who whistled at girls as they walked by as a sign that they were attracted to them.  There were also some men who took this too far and would slap a woman’s behind.  However, I believe that overall, the men from these eras were true leaders and real men.

You can be a real man and not be a womanizer.  I think this is where society has gone wrong.

There is pornography and psuedo-pornography all over the place.  You want to try and talk about a man’s man being degrading to women!?  Take a look at society as a whole now adays.  THAT is degrading to women.

Some people cringe at the idea of the classic sit-coms, where the man comes home after a hard day’s work, and his wife is waiting for him, dinner prepared, their children sitting around the table etc.

However, in real life, if I had a job in which I worked normal hours, these scenes could easily be my life.  Tanya has made the choice to stay home as a mom, knowing that this is what is best for Linus and our family.  So, if I worked a 9-5 job, I would probably come home, Tanya would be cooking dinner and Linus would be running to the door to see me.

We’d eat dinner as a family, I’d clear the table and/or do the dishes and then spend some time alone with Linus so that Tanya could have some alone time after a long day of taking care of him.

Or, Tanya and I would have a relative take Linus so we could go to a church function.

The fact is, there is nothing wrong with this lifestyle.  There is nothing wrong with a man being the leader of his household but, not lording it over people either.

It would be one thing if I expected my wife to be in a pretty dress to serve me dinner, to bring me my slippers and a pipe, etc.  But, that isn’t the way I see things.

Rather, I think that men should be the workers and should have a certain level of respect given to them in that role.  This doesn’t mean a kingly respect, just a healthy respect.

On the flip side, men SHOULD put their wives and women on a pedestal.  Not in a base, crude sexual way like today’s society does, but in an honest respectful way.  Only a woman can bring forth new life, only a woman can be the very symbol of what nurturing is, and only a woman could be likened to the bride of Christ that is His church.

I honestly want to start holding myself to this standard.  I don’t like suits and ties, by any means, however, the fact is, every hero has a uniform and so does every leader.  That should be my uniform.

Men of those eras, men not afraid to be men, wore suits as a sign of their role and hats as an extension of themselves and their role.

I’ve talked to Tanya about getting a nice fedora hat to wear.  She wonders why something like that would have such a meaning to me and why it wouldn’t be a waste of money.  The fact is, it is a reminder to me.

It would be a reminder to hold myself to a higher standard as a man.  I am truly thinking of going back to the suit, hat and tie mentality because honestly, it reminds me of what being a man is about.

Being a man is about working hard for your family, or, if you don’t have a family, working hard to get to a point where you are financially able to hold your own and to prepare for a future.  Being a man is about being a leader, and understanding that being a good leader means knowing when to get the advice of your first-in-command, your spouse, your wife and knowing that she is just as important, if not more important than making decisions on your own.  Being a man is being willing to stand for something, regardless of the consequences.  Being a real man is to mirror Christ to others everyday through one’s words and actions.  Being a real man is giving it all and never looking back.

This is who I want to be, a loving husband, a caring father and a hard worker.  I want to be what a man should be, not the neutered sniveling slobs that we men have become.

I want my uniform.  I want my suit and hat in order to remind me every day of who it is that I am supposed to be.  I would wear them proudly and hopefully eventually inspire other men to do the same.

I am a man, and I will not apologize for it.  Sure, I can be rough around the edges and I am by no means perfect, but, I should not allow myself to be subdued, or to let my morals and initiative slip.  I should not need to be afraid to hold women, especially my wife, in the highest possible regard, including holding doors and all of that.

My roughness is always helped by the nurturing and smoothness that is my wife.  I could not live without Tanya and her willingness to put up with some of the more stupid things that I do.  However, she does respect me, and I respect her.  There is only one person who is a greater foundation of who I am than my wife, and that is our Lord Jesus.

So, yes, I want my uniform.  I want my hat and I want to be a real man.  No, it isn’t about the uniform, it is about what it represents and who God really call us men to be.  It’s time for us to bring back the real men, and not the watered down, sniveling cowards that we have become.  Christ was not afraid to be who he was at his very core, so why should we be?

Who We Are

We are all trying to find a place to fit in.  Some of us seem secure and comfortable with our surroundings, while others struggle to survive on the outside.  I once thought I had a high self-esteem, but now I am not so sure.  An overachiever and an offbeat at best, or a beatnik and weirdo in the eyes of others, I didn’t seem to care what other people thought, but that’s probably because they were already the ones I was living for. 

I strived to be noticed through my grades and stand out in some unique way.  But at the end of the day, I was exhausted pleasing everyone else.  The person I should have been pleasing was God.  This world has a way of controlling us and our feelings.  What I thought mattered, really didn’t.  What I should have been feeling was so far hidden for myself to even find.  We hold on to things as a way to feel real and meaningful in this world, like us being here makes a difference.  But truthfully, through our relationship with God is the only way to leave a lastly impression in his heart and those we love.  The opposite seems to happen again and again until we figure out that we are doing something wrong.  We do not run the world, but easily it can control us.  If we left God be in control of our lives, we will be more fulfilled, loving, and needed.

God will help us to feel things we have longed for, and we will be able to do things we never thought possible.  He has already given us the skills we need to be the persons we are capable of.  Looking for his guidance will further give us definition and security in who we were meant to be.

-Tanya

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Who We Are

Finding Out What Matters

Things:
Fleeting
passing
finite.

God:
Loving
lasting
infinite.

It is not hard to choose.
The latter will be sure to sanctify.

-Tanya

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Mommy's Day Out

Since the season of winter is resulting in snow and nasty weather, my days out have decreased in number.  Though, it has become a blessing in disguise and I have enjoyed myself more by having a longer length of reflection at one time.  This longer span of time gives me more time to focus and digest all the thoughts that God throws at me.  I can go through my week and enjoy my time with Linus knowing that I will have my time at the end of it.  It gives me comfort to know that I have something to look forward to and not just endless days of toddler interaction.

Over the summer, it was an hour here or there, but since Linus is older and can go longer without nursing, I can take a chunk of hours for me.  I find this ‘me’ time has slowly been evolving over the course through this website.  I am sure it will change as life does, but right now, I am enjoying this once a week time.  My husband is caring enough to support me and give me the freedom to enjoy myself.  Spending so much time caring for others often leaves me without the strength to care for me.  Carving out the time is a step in the right direction for strengthening my self-esteem, spirit, and life.  I am able to fulfill and renew my soul during this block of hours with whatever  I choose I need.  Usually, it is hours on end at a Starbucks with coffee and a sweet treat.  Since my time is more compact, I have decided to make it more special by splurging on a baked good to go with my coffee.  Plus, if I do it as a separate transaction, it counts as another star for our Starbucks Rewards! 

I have kept track of what baked goods I have tried, so that way, I get something new each time.  This list started last week, so this week it was the blueberry scone.  I guess I am on a scone kick.  I reward my boys for ‘me’ time by bringing them home a special dinner feast bought with coupon deals (sometimes a combination of them).  Right now, this schedule is working for our family.

-Tanya

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Leaving Imprints

I have been thinking about the imprints one leaves on the lives of others.  We don’t always realize to what extent we are all connected.  The way we communicate with the people in our lives can impact them immensely.  Our spouses and children are at an even greater risk of being broken or uplifted by our actions toward them.  Friends can also react in unexpected ways. 

Of the friends and acquaintances I had in high school, I am not proud of all my decisions regarding them.  Looking back, I wish I had kept certain people as friends, and had not even bothered trying to fit in with others.  I was confused and disoriented as a young freshman, and I didn’t see the magnitude of my everyday actions.  Unfortunately, I lost some great friends in the process of self-discovery.  I wonder if my friendship would have saved them from their own misguided actions.  We could have saved each other, and instead we fought alone.  There are certain people I still miss and wonder what if?

But wondering what if cannot solve the past.  Yet, it is hard not to feel regret for lost relationships.  I only have the future to change, and remembering the past can help change it for the good.

-Tanya 

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