"Babies need not to be taught a
trade, but to be introduced to a world. To put the matter shortly, woman is
generally shut up in a house with a human being at the time when he asks all
the questions that there are, and some that there aren't. It would be odd if
she retained any of the narrowness of a specialist. Now if anyone says that this
duty of general enlightenment ... is in itself too
exacting and oppressive, I can understand the view. I can only answer that our
race has thought it worth while to cast this burden on women in order to keep
common-sense in the world. But when people begin to talk about this domestic
duty as not merely difficult but trivial and dreary, I simply give up the
question. For I cannot with the utmost energy of imagination conceive what they
mean. When domesticity, for instance, is called drudgery, all the difficulty
arises from a double meaning in the word. If drudgery only means dreadfully
hard work, I admit the woman drudges in the home, as a man might drudge at the
Cathedral of Amiens or drudge behind a gun at Trafalgar. But if it means that
the hard work is more heavy because it is trifling, colorless and of small
import to the soul, then as I say, I give it up; I do not know what the words
mean. To be Queen Elizabeth within a definite area, deciding sales, banquets,
labors and holidays; to be Whiteley within a certain area, providing toys,
boots, sheets cakes and books, to be Aristotle within a certain area, teaching
morals, manners, theology, and hygiene; I can understand how this might exhaust
the mind, but I cannot imagine how it could narrow it. How can it be a large
career to tell other people's children about the Rule of Three, and a small
career to tell one's own children about the universe? How can it be broad to
be the same thing to everyone, and narrow to be everything to someone? No; a
woman's function is laborious, but because it is gigantic, not because it is
minute I will pity Mrs. Jones for the hugeness of her task; I will never pity
her for its smallness."
-- G.K. Chesterton
(The Emancipation of Domesticity, from What's Wrong with the World)
My thoughtful husband got me this absolutely lovely teapot and Chinese tea cups for Mother's Day. The teapot even came with this assuring message on the box: "Steady material practical design perform comfortable cooker life". If anyone could tell me what that actually means I would be grateful.
In combination with my *four* beautiful children, homemade cards, great church service, a pretty rosebush, and a feast with family it was a very nice day.
Monday, May 14, 2012
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