The Beautiful Girlhood Doll, part 4: Enthusiasm and Industry

Proverbs tells us that a virtuous woman “works with her hands with delight,” and “does not eat the bread of idleness.” The truly beautiful girl is one who sees her life as a mission of service. What others view as a burden, she views as a blessing and opportunity.

I was nothing if not hard working. In fact, I often got up early in order to complete all of my school work before lunch, so that I could then turn to reading, sewing, or any of a number of other hobbies. School was something I excelled at, and my parents were proud of me. I studied advanced science and math and loved learning languages. In fact, I wanted to be able to read the Bible in its original languages, so I studied Greek and Hebrew. And I loved it, and my parents couldn’t have approved more.

Of course, as much as my parents valued academics, I knew there were other areas a young woman must excel in if she wants to attract a proper husband. I therefore learned to cook, both from my mother or from simple experimentation. I prided myself on my pies, and even made noodles from scratch. Even though my mother did not can, she had the proper tools necessary, so I taught myself how to can vegetables. I knew that this skill was be needed in a proper wife.

I also enjoyed gardening. We always had large gardens, and we children did a great deal of the tending and weeding, sometimes waking at dawn in the summer months to weed before the summer heat. In addition to learning to garden, I found books at a homeschool convention about edible plants and medicinal herbs and set out to teach myself these important skills. I learned that dandelions could be eaten in salads, that plantain was good for mosquito bites, and that raspberry leaves made an excellent tea for pregnant women (such as my mother). I even tried to make flour out of clover. I loved walking through marshy areas or abandoned lots looking for plants that matched the pictures in my books, becoming excited at each new find. I knew that a proper wife should be able to forage for food and prepare herbal remedies, especially if the government collapsed and the country descended into anarchy as we always feared it would.

In addition to cooking and gardening, I knew a proper wife must know how to sew. This was no problem for me as I sewed clothing for myself and my younger siblings and crocheted sweaters for whichever child was the baby at the moment. I also sewed a quilt, because I knew a proper wife must fill her hope chest with homemade quilts. I cross-stitched several samplers as well, ever proud of my growing accomplishments. I would be ready, I knew, for that moment when a godly man would seek my hand in marriage.

I also spent a good deal of time teaching my younger siblings and other homeschoolers we knew. I taught languages and math, eager to help my mom out by taking some of the load off her shoulders while at the same time practicing for when I would someday homeschool my own children.

When my mother needed help, I was quick to jump to her assistance. I would stop in the middle of my studies to make lunch, or to take some of the younger children off of her hands. When she and dad were out for an evening and I was in charge of the children, I would organize them to clean the house from top to bottom, and we were always eager to see how much we could surprise our parents. In addition, any time I felt that a room had grown to messy or cluttered, I cleaned and organized it. I was eager to take on additional organizational tasks, such as categorizing the family’s large collection of books or organizing my mother’s messy folder of recipes. I was my mother’s right hand, and I loved it.

It may seem strange, given this emphasis on homemaking skills, but I was raised with the expectation that I would go to college after high school rather than simply remaining by my mother’s side. My parents both had college degrees and even as they became more and more conservative and moved into Christian Patriarchy territory, their belief in the importance of education was one thing they never questioned. This is why they worked so hard to give me a good education as they homeschooled me. While many in the Christian Patriarchy movement see college, especially for girls, as evil and brainwashing, my parents believed that if they brought us up properly and taught us Truth, we would never stray from it. And of course, they taught me that I should go to college not to attain a career, but rather in order to have a good job until I married, or in case something happened to my husband someday – death or major injury – and I had to work. In other words, they did not want us girls to have careers, but rather to have the ability to get decent jobs if circumstances made it necessary.

For the next installment in this series, see here.

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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.


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