I heard a conversation today that seriously made me ask myself what century we’re living in.
It took place between a couple of young moms in a group I facilitate. It started off with a perfectly pleasant and sane comment about funny things their 3-4-year old daughters have said.
“X tells me that she’s going to be eight on her next birthday, and then go to college.”
But it devolved pretty quickly.
“Hahaha. Y points to a house we drive by every day and says that’s the house she’s going to live in one day. She says she’s going to be five and then be a bride. I tell her to aim high. All she needs to do is find a rich man to marry so she can have that nice house.”
“Right! They just need to find a man who will spoil them. Sure, get a degree, but then find that rich husband. That’s what I want – to be spoiled all the time.”
This exchange came after a previous conversation about the heavy college debt they graduated with, and the fact that neither one of them ever used the degrees that got them this debt.
Being a (sadly) very non-confrontational person, I stayed out of it. And so I missed the chance to interject a note of sanity and reasonable thinking into the mix.
Here’s the weird thing: I was a stay-at-home-mom for many years, and it was the best thing I ever did. In my heart of hearts I believe every child should spend its earliest years at home with a loving parent. Working with this stay-at-home mom group at church is very meaningful to me, and I love supporting them in their decision to give up a career and be full-time moms. And yet…and yet…that doesn’t mean we should teach our kids that a girl’s job is to get married and be “spoiled by a rich husband.”
Is it too late to make a New Year’s resolution? Because after this incident and another work-related piece of crap that kept me awake nights last week, I’m thinking it’s time for me to unleash my inner banshee and open up a can of whoop-ass on a bunch of people who are seriously pissing me off.