Essays: Self reflection – Part 1
Life After His Death?
For what seems like an eternity, life has been a tad more than challenging. No, it has not been unbearable, never could I nor would I say such a thing. However,…
Living in the “Bible Belt” had its perks, especially if you were into tyranny. But as a little girl whose family believed holiness began and ended with the iron hand of a man who in turn consulted with his leader (who wielded an even weightier iron hand in situations regarding females), then life held disappointment, embarrassment, and shame.
There were stiff rules for females:
*No cut hair
*Do not fix the uncut updo to look like it’s cut-(I did that when I was a teenager, one time!)
*No pants or shorts (including gym shorts for PE)
*No bathing suits, God forbid
*No makeup
*No boyfriends of different religious belief
*No TV No movies
*No dancing
*No ballgames
*No marching band
*No music except gospel music
*No fingernail polish, etc.
*And most importantly, never ever ask why. (I learned the hard way many times.)
The boys were lucky; they looked normal. Still, they had a few rules to follow but it was mostly the girls who paid the price, so to speak.
Our ‘normal-looking boys’ usually didn’t like to be seen with us girls because of the way we looked. …bummer. I don’t blame them though. I didn’t want to be seen with me either.
I remember a Sunday school lesson about the creation. I was 9 years old at the time and very intrigued with the creation. It just didn’t make sense to me.
“When was the beginning of time? Who created God? Where did the stuff come from before the creation?” Our teacher called the superintendent to our classroom so I could ask him the questions, who in turn called the minister of our church to our classroom to relay to us his wisdom about the creation.
As it turned out, I never did learn the answer to those questions. My take of the whole thing was to not ask such hard questions since the adults couldn’t answer them anyway. However, I was very popular that Sunday morning…even an honorable/dishonorable mention in the sermon!
By the time I was 16, my Aunt Mary was certain that I would never marry. I was past my prime and still did not have proper callers’. Needless to say, she was the happiest person at my wedding. I married when I was 22 years old. Finally, Aunt Mary was pleased with me, although she did use me as an example for the younger ones, an example of what not to do.
My wedding day. In retrospect, if I were 22 years old again
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Tags: Disappointment, Gym Shorts, Self Reflection