We are ‘camping’ at Dundee Beach. Although, by the time I post this I will be at home cause I don’t have Internet access on my iPad, and technically I don’t think it can honestly be termed camping when you are staying in a house with two bathrooms and a dishwasher, but you get the idea. We are living in the great outdoors, and my hair is unbrushed and my feet dirty.
That’s camping in my book.
At the moment the house is quiet. B1, B2 and Nanna are asleep, Ava is crawling around looking in vain for some scraps of food on the floor, Taylah is playing her DS, and the boys are off fishing. There is nothing to do but relax and blog. Though at some point I suppose I will have to unload the dishwasher. *sigh*
I brought the iPad along with me in the ambitious hope that inspiration would strike whilst the opportunity for writing presented itself, and hooray, it worked!
The time is available, and I’m mildly inspired, so here I go!
I have spent the last twenty four hours out here on the hunt for blog topics, and surprisingly haven’t found much. I did feel greatly inspired upon leaving the beach this morning, but that will end up in my book, not here. And I did consider blogging about the condition of our accommodation, but considering that we are ‘camping’ and we have two toilets, I thought that would locate me as being extremely high maintenance or ‘precious’ as the MIL, would put it.
So again I come back to a topic that never ceases to amaze and intrigue me; the difference between boys and girls.
Now if you have read any of my previous blogs, you will no doubt be aware that my boys are fishing mad, and my girls love shoes.
And if you know anything about me at all, you will also probably realise that I firmly believe that is exactly the way it should be!
I should take the time to say that I am not a radical gender stereo typist (is that even a word?). Bailey wore Bridie’s pink thongs to school one day, and the older girls play Auskick, but I do believe there is something inherently beautiful about the differences between the sexes, and I am frustrated by our societies interest in trying to neutralise them.
Take this morning. We were off for a walk to the beach. Bailey was our only representative from the y side of things, and he took it upon himself to be our guide, leader and protector. He was quite convinced that should a crocodile make an appearance, he could quite adequately deal with the situation. After all, as he told me, ‘my a big boy.’
On the flip side of that, as Taylah and I took a walk together, I made the comment that I thought I thought it would be lonely to live out here. ‘Yeah, cause it’s a long way from the shops,’ was her response. Somehow I think that my girls could cope quite easily without their school friends, and just their siblings for company, but the thought of being too far away from the opportunity for new shoes, is too terrible to contemplate.
Now obviously we are all different; some blokes don’t care for fishing, and some women only need one pair of shoes (?). We are all made differently and we don’t fit neatly into little boxes, as the MIL assured me yesterday.
But there are somethings that do come with the chromosomes, so to speak, and if we try to ignore these differences, or downplay them in favour of gender neutrality, I think we do not only our children, but our community, a great disservice.
Then God said, “Let us make human beings in our image, to be like us. They will reign over the fish in the sea, the birds in the sky, the livestock, all the wild animals on the earth, and the small animals that scurry along the ground.”
So God created human beings in his own image. In the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.
When God made men and women he made them different, because together they represent the totality of God’s character; He is too big and too much to simply be confined to one gender. This is why He can be both strong and tender at the same time. He can give his strength like a man, but with the gentleness of a woman.
Or for the purposes of our discussion, we can look at it like this; I firmly believe that Jesus was a fisherman who no doubt understood the fascination of a new pair of shoes! And if you think that’s being sacrilegious, remember the soldiers gambled over his threads, cause they were so fine. In stands to reason that Jesus was the original metrosexual!
Now I appear to have wandered off on some extremely random tangent, but that’s what comes from too much relaxation at the beach; your mind goes on vacation. But the point I am trying to draw somewhere, is that whilst a life without fishing can not even be contemplated by my boys, and a world without shops is too horrible a thought for my girls to even consider, the real tragedy is a world without difference. Where boys are encouraged to sit and play quietly and ignore all instinct to explore and see the world. And where girls are told to squash their femininity and prove that they can do anything just as well as a man can, when let’s face it, we just aren’t built to. That’s not to say we can’t enjoy any of the same activities of course, just so long as that in enjoying them, we don’t lose sight of who we really are.
Having said that, I will now hop off my soap box, and go back to relaxing, in a perfectly feminine way. Magazines and champagne anyone?