Like most of America, my March Madness bracket is shot. Fortunately, Aunt Essie was here to console me as she showed MJ how to throw golf balls Saturday:
And laugh at what may just be the best vanity plate I’ve ever seen:
Had a conversation with Sebby recently explaining how before I made the move to Ohio to make him pancakes and teach him things like putting on chapstick, how to set the timer to practice the piano, how to fold your laundry, and how to clean up after you dig for dino poop fossils with Aunt Esther… I had a job at an office where I sat behind a desk, conducted interviews for open jobs at the company, did Concur expense reports, crafted tweets, and went to Upfront parties to eat free food and meet TV stars:
This is all just fascinating to my little guy. I blew his mind last week explaining I had a name other than “mom” and now he’s learning that mommy sat at a desk instead of doing Target runs for a living ?!?!
Seb then asked me why I worked in entertainment instead of running a zoo like he hopes to one day – so I explained that mommy doesn’t like dealing with poop and fossils and non-humans and how mommy also got tired of seeing people like Angela from The Office as a legalistic, uptight depiction of a religious person on a sitcom. So mommy decided to join the entertainment industry.
Mommy didn’t make it to the writing room because she’s not as talented as peeps like Tina Fey, but she liked her job and used it as an excuse to watch Lie to Me for “research” and consume dangerous amounts of television.
Seb still thinks mommy passed up the ultimate vocational calling of being a zookeeper but promises me he’ll fulfill that dream on my behalf. He even said he’d hire me. And MJ. Who was literally at the center of his birthday party last weekend:
Even at 8, work is on Seb’s mind. Especially since we’ve been having this convo at church reminding ourselves of what Luther once said:“God could easily give you grain and fruit without your plowing and planting, but he does not want to do so.”
Tim Keller expounds on Luther’s point: “parents want to give their children everything they need, but they also want them to become diligent, conscientious, and responsible people. So they give their children chores. They could obviously do the chores better themselves, but that would not help their children grow in maturity. So parents give their children what they need – character – through the diligence required for the chores they assign them.”
Work is God-given and matters. A few years back I remember reading Simone de Beauvoir’s depiction of a housewife and thinking that without a theology on our work, we will fall into this kind of despair:
“Few tasks are more similar to the torment of Sisyphus than those of the housewife; day after day, one must wash dishes, dust furniture, mend clothes that will be dirty, dusty, and torn again…the housewife wears herself out running on the spot; she does nothing; she only perpetuates the present.”
What de Beauvoir doesn’t understand about my “perpetuating the present” is that there are shortcuts to the housework, including these brilliant things:
She also fails to understand what Eric Liddell famously once said about his running career: “When I run I feel His pleasure” and how doing good work, even at home, is our ultimate offering up to God.
Daniel and his friends (chapter 1, verse 20) were “10 times better than everyone else” in terms of literature and wisdom. These guys stood out because they did excellent work; similarly, I pray my cookies, sewing on of buttons, diaper changing, and dishwashing are a reflection of what I believe about the work I’m doing as unto Him.
In sum, we should follow A Rod’s advice (in Vanity Fair recently) and “thank the Lord” for our work:
Even if we’re in the hardest job in the world – that of Sarah Huckabee Sanders.
Confession: I had a crush on Ari Fleischer back in the day, also crushed on George Stephanopoulos after reading his book, so I guess I have an affinity for people who are quick on their feet and know how to charm the press. It’s a truly tough job and Seth Meyers’ take on the WH press briefings are pretty classic:
We’re off for Spring Break soon, hoping that when we get home we can shed our coats & winter hats:
But before signing off for awhile, I leave you with this moment of awesomeness: