love & lifestyle

We’re Not Our Parents

“Sex has nothing to do with loyalty, we’re not our parents.” -The Politician

i laid in bed binge watching Netflix’s latest and greatest—rewind, play, rewind, play. i couldn’t believe what i was hearing. i mean, i could, but i didn’t want to. the breath suddenly felt heavy in my lungs like bricks. i gritted my teeth and i flared my nostrils as if to brace myself for the knots forming in my stomach.

i jokingly talk about “my truth” all the time. leggings no makeup and my fiancé’s XXL t-shirt is “my truth.” eating a sleeve of those sugar cookies with the pumpkins on them, that is “my truth.” but we’ve taken it a little more than too far and it’s not funny anymore.

if it makes us feel good, then it must be our truth. we’ve created this atmosphere of entitlement and if it is our truth, we will spare no expense. if it’s shiny, it MUST be ours for the taking. there is responsibility to be taken, but no one is claiming it.

with every commercial, every movie trailer, every login to social media, we are exposed like no other generation has ever been exposed. in that same breath, just as much as we are exposed, we have more opportunity to live in secret than ever before. it is a moral cancer, spreading and digging its roots deep in dry soil. hidden direct messages, texting apps that look like calculators, “for my eyes only” folders, and we don’t just have unlimited, immediate access to these things, we are encouraged and welcomed and wooed.

you can write this down, take it to the bank and cash it in, whatever you want to do with it, but i will never be quiet about this issue. our babies will be raised in a home where mommy and daddy protect each other at all costs, fiercely and totally.

to them, loyalty, fidelity and faithfulness will be what they are, black and white. they will know their daddy’s character and integrity by the way he lives and loves their mama, just like his daddy. their model will be a mommy who prays for and loves their daddy fully, who is up before the sun battling hell with her Bible just like her mama.

to them, loyalty, fidelity and faithfulness will be what they are, black and white. they will know their daddy’s character and integrity by the way he lives and loves their mama, just like his daddy. their model will be a mommy who prays for and loves their daddy fully, who is up before the sun battling hell with her Bible just like her mama.

a relationship with God at it’s center is a beautiful, intimate and intricate thing between two people. the very moment that we leave the door unlocked, the very moment we make room for the world, it might as well be wide open—knowing there is a hungry, prowling enemy just outside would be as good as inviting him in to sit at our table. we will secure the doors of our marriage and their little hearts just as we would secure the doors in our house before we go to bed.

“We’re not our parents.” true enough, but we are somebody’s parents and they are somebody’s parents. i’m not naive enough to not point out that my opinion is unpopular and more than likely it will continue to become more unpopular everyday, but i refuse to let my legacy be that i backed down.

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