I am not a man. Big shocker, I know. Nor is there any part of me that wishes I was. I dig being a chick. I like that I have soft skin, soft curves, wear make-up and grow babies. I like that my hips sway when I walk, I enjoy wearing heals and pretty dresses. Being a girl is cool with me.
I think being a man would be hard. I believe that, just like our culture reduces women down to pretty faces with empty heads, men are often reduced to being nothing more than a paycheck with a penis. Sadly enough, I think Christian culture has fed this lie without meaning to. We have boiled down the word "provider" to be synonomis with "money maker". Especially in the single income family, stay at home mommy realm.
The work/life balance of the east coast sucks. People work crazy hours and for a while, Matt did too, and I could see how torn he was. There is no peace to be found, identity to be had, in a career driven life. So many people have such little respect for all the other ways a man is called to provide for their families that a man who chooses a different path can catch a lot of flack.
I understand, if only on an intelectual level, that men find identity in their careers. The problem comes when we forget that income is only a piece of what it means to be a "provider" for your family. Matt provides so much more that that; he keeps the girls feeling safe, he is my confidant and best friend, he is an intricate part of our family, not just the dude who brings home the money.