Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Why Modesty Matters To Me:

Recently I read a blog post about a new website in which women of my religion, in an effort to shed the shame, the inferiority, guilt and the objectification that some associate with being a woman, have decided to pose nude and post these photos online to show that they are now unapologetic about their bodies. 

It is very evident these women are hurting. Somewhere a long the line someone told them their body was evil. That they were a sinner just because they were born a female. That we are supposed to cover up in an attempt to save men from themselves. Men aren't able to control their own thoughts so its our fault if they think bad ones. Or that their body belongs to their husbands and not themselves. Or that their bodies were nothing more than the vessel in which children are born. And they believed it. 

Unlike these women, I was most gratefully surrounded by parents, teachers, youth leaders, church leaders and others who never, not once taught me that my body was something to be ashamed of. That being a woman meant that I was powerful, capable, strong and a force to be reckoned with. Being a woman meant I had been given a power to share with God in creating the bodies in which his spirit children would dwell and the home in which they would be nurtured and taught about him. A responsibility to hold that trust sacred. That my body is made in the image of my Heavenly Mother. That I have the ability to accomplish so many great and wonderful things because I am a woman! That my body is beautiful! Not just in a spiritual sense but also physically! That feeling confident in my body was important! That I should never be ashamed for what I am, a daughter of God. That it was ok to feel beautiful and attractive! And that sex wasn't something to be scared of. That it isn't evil. That it was something to look forward too, of course with the right person at the right time. That it wasn't something to be ashamed of or embarrassed about.

 Today the world seems to think that a woman's confidence is defined on how little she is willing to wear and how much she is willing to show. I can see the logic these women are following. They were taught to wear modest clothing for the wrong reasons. And I can see how they would think literally shedding their clothes could be seen as a symbol of them shedding all that hurt, guilt and shame they had been taught to feel. To show how confident they are in being a woman.

Although I can understand the logic behind their symbolism I feel the logic is a bit skewed. Confidence seems to be something people are projecting more and actually living less. As if confidence is something that must be proven or displayed. To me that seems to be the antithesis of confidence. If we are truly confident in who we are, we don't feel the need to validate it for anyone else.

I dress modestly because of all the things I have been taught about my body, one has always stood out to me.

IT IS SACRED.

And I treat it as such. Meaning I don't feel the need to share it with the world, who WILL objectify it, judge it, degrade it, pick it apart (No thigh gap, no curves, short torso...) and make it seem less worthy if I don't measure up to society's definition of beauty. No matter what my intentions are for posting a picture of that nature online, it will be scrutinized. I waited till I was married to be intimate not because my body belongs to my husband but because I knew I was saving that part of me for the person who was going to earn it. The privilege of getting to be that one man required him to measure up to MY standards. And even now that we are married it is still always on my terms. Once a picture of you gets put online you lose control of who sees it, who takes the photo and what they do with it. But not posting pictures of me means I am in complete control!  I don't need anyone's approval or scrutiny. I know my body is beautiful and I don't need to show it in protest or as proof of my confidence.

I loved this quote from the blog I read:

"Believing that my body is sacred doesn’t mean that I think that it’s secret. A private property sign doesn’t keep a building hidden, it just means that the owner wants to decide who, how, when and why access is gained. So you bet your bottom dollar that there are G-14 classified areas of my temple, and if you don’t have the clarifications, you can’t view em’, plain and simple."

Let me be clear that I don't wear t-shirts and Bermuda shorts because I am afraid. It isn't a mark of shame or submission as the weaker gender. In fact, it is the exact opposite. Because I view my body as one of the most incredible and precious gifts I have ever been given, I cover up. The privilege of being able to see it's full beauty belongs to one person.

But MODESTY like we talk about in the church is so much more than hemlines and hair cuts! All people see are the CAN'T DO's and not the WHY or even WHAT it really is:


So much more than clothes. It's about embodying an entire attitude focused not on directing attention to ourselves but to God. Nude photos don't do that...

And as I read the stories of these women I feel in my heart that they are hurting. No one please misunderstand that. But I don't agree that posting nude photos is the way to show their new found confidence. You can be completely confident in being a woman without putting yourself on display, and it is my confidence in my body and my appreciation for it's sacredness that I have chosen to dress accordingly.

Friday, November 1, 2013

Rabbits: Have a holly jolly...wait what?

Guys I can not believe its here! Christmas carols, the smell of our tree is filling the apartment, the halls are decked with bows of holly...

OH WAIT!!

There is still one amazing holiday to celebrate before we get to all that!


Call me a Scrooge all you want but personally I choose to put off the holly jollies till the day after Black Thursday *Cough* I mean Thanksgiving! 



Wait...you haven't heard of Thanksgiving?? It's this holiday between Halloween and Christmas where we celebrate the Native Americans giving turkey to the pilgrims! But it is also a day where we stop and really count our blessings. Yes, should everyday be Thanksgiving? Of course, but then we'd all be sleepy and fat from eating all that cranberry smothered turkey and pie! Such gluttony is best left to one day a year.  

 I have nothing against Christmas. In fact I am such a die hard Christmas-put-offer because I love it so much! The anticipation of the holiday makes for an awesome day after Thanksgiving!

So while the stores will start playing Christmas carols and the early bird shopping has begun, I will not be participating! 

To kick off this Thankful Season I am sharing this with you in hopes it takes over your brain and reminds you that is not Christmas yet :)

            

(Disclaimer: Anyone can celebrate however they want too! This is just ONE opinion and this is just how I celebrate. To each their own!)

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Learning how to help my child with moving:

Combination of moving soon, haven't had a good night sleep in I don't know how long and being sick for more than a week, my resolve drained to empty yesterday when nothing seemed to go right!

Will noticed the boxes yesterday. Before this, moving was something they didn't understand. So they willingly went along with it.

This time is different. Will has made some AMAZING friends here.

I showed him his future school on Google Maps because he has been asking about school.
Then he asked if all his friends would be there too. I told him no, that we are moving to where his new school is. He got really sad and then suddenly really happy!

"Mom, I have a great idea! What if all my friends move with us?"

"I'm sorry buddy, but they have to stay here with there mommies and daddies."

"But I want them to come with me..."

Talk about breaking your heart.

Last night we had our ward Halloween Party. To see Will playing with his friends just broke me. I cried... And my husband was all like:



Now I have spent all morning researching ideas on how to help him cope. I was surprised to see that I am already doing most of the suggestions. Maybe I have a better handle on the motherhood thing than I think!

Here are somethings to do to help your children prepare for a move!

Get them involved in house hunting: I've been looking up places to live and I've been asking Will on his opinion. He gets really excited to see what could be his new room or backyard.

Take them around the new city: Google Maps is amazing! We spent a good hour "driving" around our new town. We saw his new school, playgrounds, favorite fast food place and new exciting things for him to see!

Show them their school website: Sometimes these websites have pictures of the students participating in fun activities. Will asked who they were. I said, "New friends!" He is still sad to leave his friends here but he is excited to meet new people.

Have them help pack: This gives them a sense of purpose. And it helps because the move suddenly is something they are a part of and not something that is happening too them and that they can't control. 

Saturday, October 19, 2013

A BIG NEWS Update:

I know you didn't really miss this blog but I am going to pretend you did! I've been gone for about a month and a lot has happened since then...lets recap:

The government shut down
Pumpkin Patch time!
An incredibly inspired General Conference.
Bill Nye got voted off Dancing with the Stars :(
Once Upon a Time in Wonderland started!
Oreos were proven just as addictive as heroine...I don't have a problem!
My boys watched the Little Mermaid probably a million times...
The government un-shut down (doesn't mean it is functioning like I'd like it too...)
My sister found out she is having a BOY! (And she stole the last name my husband and I can agree on...)

AND we found out we will be moving around the beginning of January. Talk about kicking off the new year!

In case you somehow missed the giddy squeals, my husband got accepted to Army Flight School and we just found out when we will be going! We thought we had till April at the EARLIEST. So let the packing begin!

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Kayli Moments: Bee edition


You know those times where you watch a movie you saw as a kid and haven't seen in years and you are surprised at all the innuendo and language stuff you didn't catch before?

This is the opposite of that...

Yesterday at our Primary practice, some teachers were entertaining the mass of squirmy children to the tune of "I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee."

I didn't like that song as a kid...

Something about mashing up babies didn't sit well with me.
Why were we teaching kids to lick up the squashed infant?? Are we really teaching children that cannibalism is ok?


Yesterday it clicked...

It's not:

"I'm squishing up the baby, bumblebee!" (As if telling a bumblebee about your killing spree.)

it's:

"I'm squishing up the baby bumblebee!" (As in I just killed a bug.)

My whole life I thought this song was a story of  a kid telling a bee about how he squashed and ate a baby he had found...

I feel so much better about my childhood teachers who taught me this song!