I spent my first few married years attempting to be it all. I desperately grasped at being a great housewife and mother. Well, turns out I’m not that great of a house wife and it took us a year and a half to even get pregnant the first time around.
Well, here I am, two kids later – 6 years of marriage under my belt (or yoga pants elastic) and I’m still in the same boat. Still trying to figure out where I fit and how I have any worth. This brings us to the “rubies” thing. “Everyday Above Rubies” is my old blog that I quit writing in because of above said reason – it’s sole purpose was to be a place that I could live everyday as if my worth was that above rubies like that of the proverbs 31 woman. Well, surprise surprise – that didn’t work. I just felt more miserable and worthless because I don’t fit the pretty Christan mama mold. I just don’t. I use four letter words, dream about running away from my responsibilities, have a “dirty mind”, have opinions, love tequila, and laugh inappropriately loud in public. I do love Jesus though.
So, screw the mold. Screw the rubies.
My worth is far above caffine at 4 o’clock while caring for four children all 2 and under. I’m worth more than a margarita on the beach after 6 months of restless nights with a nursing baby (hello, my adorable youngest). So bare with me while I learn that these things are actually true.