Sunday Superlatives 1/30/11

Funniest photo: 
Cake Wrecks with “The question mark is in case you’re just getting fat” 

Best Conversation-Starter:
Jay Bakker with “Finding Jesus, in Drag”
Asks Bakker, “What are the boundaries you put on grace? Are there places you won't go or people you won't socialize with for fear of judgment?”

 Most Unhelpful: 
Anthony Bradley with “Evangelicalism’s Bitter 20-Somethings” 
Dear Mr. Bradley, calling us lazy and spoiled because we don’t toe the party line is not the best way to win us back.

Best Series: 
The Kitchn with Casserole Week 
Mmmm, casseroles

Most Intriguing Book Release:
Ann Voskamp with One Thousand Gifts
All 189 reviews on Amazon are for five stars. Wow!
 

Most likely to Say it Perfectly:
Emerging Mummy with “In Which I am a Biblical Woman”   
“I am a biblical woman. Not because my life resembles the latter half of Proverbs 31 with such stunning accuracy.  Or because my husband is the ‘head of our home.’   Nor is it because I manage our household and the raising of our children. Nor is it because I work with my hands or homeschool or fulfill a long list of chores and ideals born of a sitcom society that never truly existed. I am a biblical woman because I live and move and have my being in the daily reality of being a follower of Jesus, living in the reality of being loved.”

Favorite Tweet:
@phonescooper with “Jersey Shore will have more seasons than Arrested Development. Hope you're proud of yourselves, humanity.”

Favorite Facebook Status:
Michael with “So is the new phrase going to be, ‘killing two pigs with one angry bird?’”

Most helpful if you happen to be following all of the Bible’s instructions for women as literally as possible for a year: 
Anne Peterson with “Know Your Veils: A Guide to Middle Eastern Head Coverings”

Here on the blog…

Most popular post (104 comments, 123 Facebook shares, and 14 tweets): 
“Why Moms Sorta Scare Me”

Most popular comment (5 “likes”):
Emerging Mummy with “…As far as how I deal with the judgments? It's this: You grow up. You learn that no one is going to like everything you do and you put on your big girl panties, you lean heavily on God, you talk, you screw up, you figure out what works, you research and you pray and pray and pray. You get brave and fearless and then you feel afraid and guilty…” 

Most embarrassing typo
Misspelling Amy Chua’s name TWICE in the first two paragraphs of Wednesday’s post. 

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Saturday Guest Post: Shawn Smucker – A Letter to My Daughters

For the next few months, I’m reserving Saturdays for reader contributions. If you would like to send in a post, a photo, or a poem, please contact me.  Today’s post comes from Shawn Smucker, who blogs over at ShawnSmucker.com. The artwork is courtesy of my talented friend Melissa Gann Burgess, whose work you can see at MelissaGann.com.

Transient

A letter to my daughters (ages 6 and 2):

Lucy and Abra,

I remember when you were born and the realization hit me: I have a daughter. A little girl. I remember how different that felt from when our son, Cade, was born - I felt so much more protective of each of you, as if you held a vulnerability not common to baby boys. This inexplicable difference seems to have carried on. When I want to show affection to Cade, I tackle him. But the two of you, I just want to hold, and hug, and protect.

Sometimes it seems unfair, this incongruity, and I know you often want to feel the wild side of your father, to be thrown in the air, to be curled up in a ball and squeezed, to run through the house as if you are being chased by a roaring lion. And so I throw you, I squeeze you, I chase you, but all along, I must admit, all that I want to do is rescue you.

I sometimes wonder if, as a man, I have anything to teach you about being a woman. What I know of womanhood is only second hand information, things gleaned from my mother or my sisters or your mother. I don't even know if I want to pass these imperfect little gems on to you. But I know some things that I do want.

I want you to be strong, in every way.I want you to live out a life that is reflective of your calling, whether that means finding a career and fighting your way to the top, or finding a husband and having seven children, or anything in between.

But mostly I want you to do what you want to do, because you want to do it. I don't want you to avoid motherhood because the world makes it seem like the irresponsible choice. I don't want you to avoid a successful career, just because the church tries to pin the Proverbs 31 tag on you.

If you are determined to play football, then I will teach you how to tackle. If you want to play baseball, I will teach you how to throw a curve. If you want to play soccer with the boys, then I'll show you how to leave them frozen in space. And if you are set on playing with your dolls, and want me to join in, then I will pretend to cry and let you put me to bed.

I want you to be. However that looks. Whatever that means.

You are my girls. Some day you will be women. That is a special, special thing.

Your Dad

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