Have you noticed how many prominent women have been in the news lately? Kathleen Wynne - Ontario Premier, Andrea Horwath - Leader of the NDP, Alison Redford - recent Premier of Alberta, Christy Clark - Premier of BC, Janet Epp - lawyer proposing Christian law school at Trinity
Western, Jennifer Keesmaat - Chief Planner of the City of Toronto, Wendy Gritter - director of New Directions, a ministry with the LGBT community,...the list goes on and on.
I was surfing through stations on our kitchen radio switching from a discussion about Kathleen Wynne and Andrea Horwath when I landed on a talk show hosted by two
male radio hosts. Hearing two
male hosts caught me by surprise - being used to so many female broadcasters on CBC, and also anchors on TV lately.
It got me reflecting on the changes I've observed and experienced in the role of women over the last fifty years. Before my time, I understand that a woman's role used to be mainly homemaker and mother. The main occupational options available outside of the home were domestic help, nurse, secretary and teacher. The Second World War changed all of that. While most men were serving overseas, the women had to move into the men's positions to keep things rolling in the homeland. When the men came back from service, many women were no longer satisfied with shifting back to their traditional roles.
Enter the sixties with all it's freedom and challenging of the status quo. I was still surrounded by role models in the traditional roles, but social winds were changing. I attended a Christian college to become a teacher. A standard joke at that time was that Christian women attended Christian colleges to get their M.R.S. degrees; (hoping to meet a nice Christian man). When women didn't show up back at school in September, others would condescendingly say, "She's not here this year because
she got married. "
In the seventies I witnessed first-hand our denomination's synodical debates on women in office. Some Christian Reformed families and churches split up over this issue. The seventies was a painful time for many women who felt put down for not being allowed to hold leadership roles in the church. The "women's liberation movement" with all its accompanying debates, conferences and soul searching was in high gear. I left college, not with an MRS degree, but a BA degree. Shortly after coming to Toronto I met Gerard and a year later I got
my MRS degree. We agreed right from the start that Gerard would work outside of our home and once we had children, Lord willing, I would be a stay-at-home mom. That was still generally the expected/accepted thing to do, right?

The Lord blessed us with three children in the space of five years. Much as I loved the kids, and much as I was committed to being a stay-at-home mom, I struggled with this new role. With my father's gifts and interests but with different gifts than my mom, who I was holding up as my role model (and a good one she was!), I was trying to be a super-mom and never meeting up to my own standards. I was conflicted about my role. So much so, that for a number of years I cynically hung my Bachelor of Arts diploma and certificates of service and appreciation from City Hall and the Red Cross, beside the washing machine, figuring, "If all I'm doing with my education is changing and washing diapers, I might as well hang my credentials here." Looking back now, I probably wouldn't have changed a lot, but I probably could have done everyone a favour by going back to working part-time.
So what triggered all these memories and emotions? It was running across the picture above when I was sorting through my files recently. And on the cover of our denominational magazine at that! This picture had such a profound affect on me the minute I saw it! For some reason it felt so empowering and affirming and freeing! I felt a surge of excitement and confidence, and I still do when I look at it. I just l-o-v-e this picture and all it represents for me.
So after being home with the kids for ten years (and doing tons of volunteer work on the side to keep me sane) I went back to part-time work. It instantly felt like coming home - it helped to calm down my constant search for my purpose and identity somewhat. I absolutely loved it! I thank God for providing me with a number of part-time jobs over the years that allowed me to be who I was. I have learned that God gifts each one of us uniquely. It's not healthy to be living up to others' expectations all the time. Living and serving according to our gifts, passions and calling is a joyful and liberating experience!