Let’s file this under “things I never thought I’d have to write about.”
Not the Destination...
Marriage is a journey, not a destination...
When I was in high school, my family took a long weekend in Colonial Williamsburg Virginia one September. After seeing the historic sites, we spent a Monday at Bush Gardens amusement park. Since school had already started, the park was empty even though the weather was sunny and warm. I was excited to go thrill-seeking on the roller coasters, and it was Apollo’s Chariot that was the biggest rush for me.
If knowledge is power, then we have a lot to learn and a long way to go.
There are some things I want to share with you today (with the help of some other writers). I feel very passionately about the state of women’s healthcare and want to highlight a few areas in which women are in need of more information, more funding, more access, and just plain more.
Last week I wrote about how children are a gift and not a right. I wrote about how IVF is immoral by separating the unitive and procreative meanings of sex. This may lead many to wonder what options are out there for Catholic couples who find themselves seemingly infertile. The good news is that there is a lot of solid science out there to help determine many causes of infertility.
A question I often ask myself when discerning big life decisions is, “What is the most loving thing for my family?” Over the last few years, sometimes the answer has been a part time job here or there to bring in money. Other times the answer has been to stay home and focus on raising our kids. Sometimes the most loving thing is to support my husband’s dreams, and sometimes it’s advocating for something important to me or the kids. Asking what the most loving thing is has even led us to homeschooling this year, and to transitioning my husband’s business to be home more often.
Have you ever heard the saying that when you pray for patience, God doesn’t give you patience, but opportunities to work on being patient? Well, I’ve been thinking about that this last week a lot. Last week my doctor called to tell me that I had gestational diabetes, and I cried like I had gotten some cancer diagnosis.
Last year was my worst on record (save for the turmoil of middle school) in terms of mental and emotional health.
