I May Be Childless—At Least my House is Messy

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Please don’t think my house always looks this bad! This is just what it looks like when I reorganize my office.

Last weekend I again felt like a failure as a woman. How did this happen, you ask?

Scene: I’m standing in a pasture talking to two girlfriends. The first one is twenty-eight like me, and married, but unlike me, has a kid. Same with friend number two, only add a couple years and a couple kids.

Can you guess what we are talking about?

The pasture belongs to number-two. Number-one and I have come for a visit and are walking number-two’s property. Inevitably, the talk turns to houses and the jobs we work to afford them and the bodies we are housing with those jobs.

What are our livelihoods? How are we getting by day to day and affording these homes in which we live and raise our families?

Basic questions. They deal with basic necessities that we all have.

Yet when I find myself in these conversations, I see an un-level playing field.

Number-one has started cleaning houses to supplement income. Number-two has started selling Mary Kay. Number-one makes her own cleaning products from baking soda. Number-two plants and cans an impressive garden. Both plan to homeschool, and number-two is positively beaming just talking about what fun it will be to write lesson plans again (she was once a teacher).

Then there’s me. They don’t turn the conversation my way, but I take care of that in my head.

“So, what are you doing to supplement income? What financial struggles have you had? What sacrifices have you made for your family?”

“Uh, well, currently my life is pretty easy,” I’m embarrassed to say (in my head). “Financially easy, anyway. My hubby is making good money at the moment. And we don’t have kids. Yet.”

“Wow. That must be nice. So what do you do all day?”

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“Uh…” here I panic a little. My mind wants to go blank. What is it that I do again? It’s not gardening. It’s not concocting creative cleaning supplies, chasing rug rats, or drawing up lesson plans. When I did write lesson plans two years ago, I don’t remember relishing the act.

Truth is, I’m struggling just to keep my house clean at the moment. And I don’t even have kids, mind you.

Wow.

What a loser I must be.

Standing with these two very industrious ladies, I am suddenly struck with the weight of my failure as a woman.

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Yet another view of my office under construction. Note the headless bookshelf in the corner; my hubby made that for me, and I am waiting for him to finish it off before I put it back to use.

 Am I a Woman, or a Worm? (Perhaps a Writer…?)

A few days removed from my moments out to pasture, the Holy Spirit has helped me realize something I was missing while feeling so guilty for my perceived failings: There’s a good reason why I’m not out cleaning houses or selling Mary Kay or planning a garden or writing lesson plans, and it’s not because I’m a failure. It’s because that’s not who I am.

If you want to get financially pragmatic about it, sure—I’m also not doing those things because we don’t need the money (I might be if we did)—but there’s this point as well: We planned not to be put in that situation. All my waffling about motherhood aside, we also always wanted to be financially stable before we brought kids into the world.

As I prayed about my feelings of failure and my worthlessness as a woman, the Lord brought these words, like balm, to my soul: Don’t compare yourself to others. Just compare yourself to Jesus.

Sometimes when I pray I hear whole paragraphs and Bible verses rising out of the slime of my soul to comfort and guide me. Note that my slime wouldn’t do any good had I not already  planted God’s word in it (Psalm 119:10). Yet this message was annoyingly concise. So I thought about those words some more. How could I compare myself to Jesus in my struggle about womanly duties?

Then it came to me: Jesus had a mission and He followed it. He let others plant the gardens and tend the kids—let them do their missions. But as for Him, He wandered from place to place with “nowhere to lay his head.” He obviously had no house to clean.

Again, I was reminded, it’s not a gender issue.

Not to say I’m going to abandon cleaning altogether. Since I do have a place to lay my head, I will try to keep it reasonably clean. And if we have kids, I’m sure my mothering instincts will kick in. But the truth is, I’m just not by default a homemaker.

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Okay, I’ll admit it: I’d rather my table be full of literary rather than culinary masterpieces!

Like a blessed dew this memory came to me: As a girl, I hated gardening. When my mom tried to get us to help her, I tried anything I could to get out of it–unlike my girlfriends who have always enjoyed the activity.

I love and appreciate my girlfriends and their stellar skills at motherhood, gardening, cleaning, and other things I dislike doing. And I am thankful that they feel called to do them—for without women like these, I really think society would fall apart.

But as for me, well, I just didn’t come into the world wanting to work with my hands as much as dabbling in words and ideas.

So what is it that I do all day?

Well, until we really hit the jackpot and can afford a maid, regrettably, I clean when I have to. I cook a bit, too. But on the perfect days—on the days when Satan is not winning and I’m not worrying what the world thinks—I write.

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Just a few of my journals.

Hi there! If you liked this post, you might enjoy some of my other posts about women’s issues and family-related topics, such as:

Role Confusion and the Modern Woman

Celebrating 8 Years: Roots of a Love Story

A Career is Not Enough

The Question Every Young Couple Must Answer

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12 thoughts on “I May Be Childless—At Least my House is Messy

  1. M.E. Kinkade April 23, 2013 / 8:51 pm

    I got halfway through your article and was skimming down to comment in a furor…but thank goodness I read the rest! You said exactly my point: who says you’re a failure? You’re just not-them. And sometimes, I bet your friends, dear as they are and excellent at their tasks, maybe they sometimes wish they were you, and didn’t “have” to do all these things they’ve appointed themselves in charge of (and those tasks are a lot harder to give up on than to never start!).
    To thine own self be true!

    • lindseygendke April 24, 2013 / 9:33 am

      Thanks M.E.! A well-placed Hamlet quote, to be sure. I think we all have the tendency to look at the other side of the fence sometimes, and lose sight of our place in life. I sure do. But I am learning to keep proper perspective. Thanks for the encouragement! Same to you!

  2. Susan Holtan April 26, 2013 / 1:45 pm

    I think you are preparing the world a bit for new life. Hearts that feel encouraged when they hear about your encounters with our Creator
    (through your writing) make the world a bit warmer. Things like that can be difficult to see. You warm my soul. Thank you and just keep trusting in our Maker’s perfect timing. Love, Mom
    P.S. Are you going to show “after” pictures?

    • lindseygendke April 29, 2013 / 11:26 am

      Love you Mom. Thanks for the encouragement. I figure if I write what’s going in inside me, people will relate. So many don’t want to look inside, so maybe I am a vicarious voice for the masses. Don’t know about “after” pics, yet…we’ll see if they’re worth showing.

  3. lucewriter April 29, 2013 / 11:13 am

    Yup, you’re a writer. And thank goodness for that.

    • lindseygendke April 29, 2013 / 11:23 am

      Ha ha! So this is actually good news, then? Thanks for reading!

      • lucewriter April 29, 2013 / 11:33 am

        Yes, it is! Unless you want money, of course.

      • lindseygendke April 29, 2013 / 11:48 am

        Yeah…there is that little matter of money. I have just lately been researching how to make some more of it, and prospects seem bad. Today I have a couple ideas, but I’ve also decided I better just take the “free” time I have with hubby’s good job and do as much writing as I can–who knows what may come of it? If things go south, may have to teach again, but for now, I will write, and hope for money as a bonus!

  4. holdawaygary July 11, 2013 / 4:09 am

    This was nice to read. Any you’re a good writer too! Your love for your husband really comes through when you are writing, and you seem very real, if you know what what I mean? You’ve sort of come to all the conclusions yourself so I’m sure the comments on this post aren’t that helpful, so all I can offer you is encouragement to carry on guessing and second guessing yourself when you feel low. We each have our own path, and it can be difficult to understand were we fit in.

    • lindseygendke July 11, 2013 / 7:56 am

      Well thanks for the kind words! Contrary to what you say, I do find readers’ comments helpful–and any encouragement really is a boost for me. I’ll need to show my hubby this comment, as he says at times I can get too wrapped up in my work/writing that I neglect him. I suppose a solution is to write more about him! I wish the best to you, and thanks for visiting.

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