On Being Cut Out of the Program

We had a beautiful Easter weekend that included a blissful day of cousin-ing with two out of my three siblings (we definitely missed our oldest sister and her gang!) and my parents.   Everyone got dressed up Sunday morning in new clothes for Easter-new dresses for the girls (and even for me, go figure!) and a purple shirt and tie for Stuart.

And then, a few sad snapshots from our day:

1. The messages in sacrament meeting were about Christ, but the lesson in Relief Society (our women’s organization) was on sustaining our priesthood leaders.  It felt almost surreal to me, sitting in a room filled entirely with women, while everyone volunteered their experiences of supporting and honoring the all-male lay leadership of our church.   (At least a mention of Jesus, perhaps??   It being Easter and all . . .)

2. When it finally ended, I walked out into the hallway, where I was greeted by my beautiful and smart daughters.   Kennedy, the oldest, rolled her eyes at me and whispered, with clenched teeth, “Seriously?   On Easter Sunday?   We just had a lesson on supporting the priesthood.   W. T. H.?” (and because she’s a good Mormon girl, I’m sure the h = heck) And then Marin, my newly-turned 12 year old said, “Wow.   So that was . . . weird.”

We got in the car.   On the way home, Marin read this quote that was assigned to her to read aloud in her class of all females:

“Young women of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, do the young men you associate with know that you have a standard of excellence from which you will not depart? Do they know by what you say and do that you honor and respect your parents and that you follow the counsel of the leaders of the Church? Do they know you will delay dating until after you are 16 because a prophet of the Lord has given that direction? By your actions do they know that you have made up your mind to be good and that you will not weaken? Can they look to your friendship to gain confidence and respect for themselves? Will your language, your dress, your choice of entertainment, music, books, and movies help the young men who associate with you develop admiration and respect for womanhood? As young men are exposed to the world’s distorted role of womanhood, can they see in you the refinement and sweetness that encourage an attitude of reverence, respect, and honor for that sacred calling?”

That quote sucked the wind out of me.   I paused, thinking of how to explain to my daughters the importance of being agents in their own lives-of choosing to act for their own motivations and purposes rather than being acted upon or acting so that the young men and eventually men in the church can go about church business-but then she chirped, “I mean, really?   Why should we do all that stuff for the young men??   Maybe we should do it for ourselves, but not for them.

Indeed.   We piled out of the car and enjoyed our afternoon.

3. Later, I gathered everyone around the computer to share several slideshows of people around the world celebrating Easter.   The pictures were amazing.   The religious rituals were unique-some beautiful, some macabre.   We had to buzz quickly through several that freaked the kids out.   As is often the case, I was more interested in the whole thing than they were.   But as we passed this one, both girls gasped and said, “Whoa!   Cool!   Women doing stuff!”   (Marin was also digging the Virgin Mary statue.   She told me a while back that she wants to marry a Catholic person because she likes their Virgin Mary statues.)

I felt sad to hear my girls so interested and excited in the idea that in some countries, and in some religions, girls and women actually participate in meaningful ways in ordinances and rituals.   They do more important things than discuss ways to support the men as they run the church.

4. Tonight before bed, we settled in to start a new tradition of writing down three things we’re grateful for every Sunday.   Each child got a cute notebook in his/her Easter basket.

Marin (who is a sassy little missy) said:

“I wrote down that I’m grateful for the church, even though some of what they say there makes women feel sad inside. And useless. And like we’ve been cut out of the program. Sometimes when I go to church, I feel gypped.”

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She was being sort of snarky (alas, she comes by that honestly), but the sentiment was genuine.

I am growing weary of fighting this battle.