Introduction: The Beautiful Girlhood Doll

My parents started out as fairly ordinary evangelicals. My mother intended to go back to work after I was born, but once she held me in her arms she decided she could not bear to leave me with anyone else, and so she stayed at home.

When I turned five, my mom could not bear the thought of sending me off to kindergarten. I was still so little, after all, and she did not want to be parted from me. She had heard of homeschooling, and, though she was still skeptical, she decided to give it a try. That year she attended homeschool conferences, made homeschool friends, and read homeschool literature. After the first year was successful, she decided to continue homeschooling.

About this time a homeschool friend gave my mom Michael and Debi Pearl’s To Train Up A Child. My parents were quickly sold on the Pearls’ methods and put them into practice in our home. My mom kept a box of extra copies of the little book in her closet, and was always giving them away to new mothers, telling them that it was the best book on child rearing they would ever read. From that point on, we children were switched for any disobedience and trained to do exactly as told. My parents followed the Pearls’ methods religiously and ordered other books from the Pearls’ No Greater Joy ministry as well.

When I was around ten, my parents discovered Vision Forum, and from then on we frequently ordered from all three of its catalogues. Our home was soon filled with a variety of Vision Forum literature about God’s plan for the family, and my parents moved further away from regular evangelicalism and into the world of Christian Patriarchy.

Over the course of my childhood, my parents’ religious beliefs shifted dramatically. While they had before believed simply that the man was the head of the house, they now believed that married women were not to work outside of the home and that wives must always submit while husbands led. While they had before believed that girls, like boys, were to grow up and made their own decisions, but now they believed that a daughter remained under her father’s authority until marriage, when she would be transferred to her husband’s authority. While they had themselves dated, they now believed that dating was merely practice for divorce and that courtship, guided by the girl’s father, was God’s plan for Christian marriage.

My parents had always intended to have a good number of children, but they now believed that children were a gift from God and that it was their mission to raise up godly children to retake America for Christ. And so the children came, one after another after another, somewhere around a dozen in all.

My memories of childhood are almost uniformly happy. I loved having so many siblings, loved being homeschooled, loved Vision Forum (we children used to fight over the catalogues and circle items for our birthdays), and loved the Pearls (I always snatched up No Greater Joy magazine as soon as it came in the door). My dad and I were close, and my mother was always there for me. I loved cooking and sewing and caring for my siblings. I loved our gardens and the land we lived on out in the country. My mother thrived on being pregnant and never ran out of energy; my father held a good, stable job, never raised his voice, and was always ready to tussle with the little kids or read a book aloud in the evening. My parents’ house was full of laughter and love, the kind of place where adventures, practical jokes, and pleasant memories abounded. I cannot overestimate this enough—I had a supremely happy childhood and a very beautiful girlhood. But this was not to last.

I am going to arrange the story of my childhood around the attributes of a beautiful girlhood advocated by Vision Forum, and finish with three segments on how this all fell apart in my early adulthood, and the pain that came on its heels. I will explain why I call my story The Beautiful Girlhood Doll at the end.

For the next installment in this series, click here.

Beautiful Girlhood Doll Table of Contents

About Libby Anne

Libby Anne grew up in a large evangelical homeschool family highly involved in the Christian Right. College turned her world upside down, and she is today an atheist, a feminist, and a progressive. She blogs about leaving religion, her experience with the Christian Patriarchy and Quiverfull movements, the detrimental effects of the "purity culture," the contradictions of conservative politics, and the importance of feminism.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15508887711850480059 M.E.

    Wow – thanks for sharing your story, Libby. I'm looking forward to reading the rest of this saga here.

  • Anonymous

    I know this is an old post, but I recently came across your blog (after you transferred to FTB). You are such an articulate and talented writer I decided to read from the beginning. I look forward to catching up on your story :)

  • TLC

    Just wanted to let you know that the link to “attributes of a beautiful girlhood” is broken — the page doesn’t exist. Maybe they moved it? . . . .


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