Be a Rebel

Rebellion: The action or process of resisting authority, control, or convention: "an act of teenage rebellion".

I'm a rebel.

Society tells me that marriage gets boring after a few years. Or it gets too hard. That loving one man as long as we both live is naive and silly.

They say children are a burden and I should pop out two if I want to do 'the mummy thing' for myself and my husband for a bit, then get back to contributing to society by having a career.

I heard someone who was being teased about 'meeting a nice girl and settling down' ridicule the person teasing them, saying, "Conform! Conform!".

Seriously? I was 27 at the time and I knew NO 27-year-olds who had two babies and had been married for 6 years. The majority of 27-year-olds I knew were 'having a life' - drinking, partying, working on their careers, sleeping around........y'know. The usual expectations of people under 30! It's amazing what passes for 'having a life' these days!

Can I just say to that - WHATEVER!!!!

I don't care what people say or what they think. I'm resisting convention and doing what I know God wants me to do.

Living in rebellion is hard. People say awkward or rude things. Others decidedly look down on you or label you with unkind terms like, "baby machine" or "stepford wife".

It requires dedication to keep doing what you know is right in the face of those who lecture, ridicule and smirk at you.

But I wouldn't swap my choice for anything. I love being a rebel! I love bucking the trend and the conventions of society.

If you love being married, love your husband and put your children and your job as a mother above your career (which does NOT necessarily mean that you are a full-time SAHM, by the way), then according to my opinion, you're a rebel.

You're resisting convention and sticking it to those who snigger at marriage and having babies.

Congratulations!

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