Skip to main content

Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be religion majors....

Yahoo Education cheerfully warns us not to "allow" our children study these majors: architecture, fine arts, philosophy/religion, anthropology/archeology, film/video/photography. Apparently, these majors don't have "market value".

Now, I know that you want your kid to get a good education, and presumably, a job with which they are satisfied. But "market value"? Does that mean I should not encourage my children to follow a passion, just to chase a paycheck?

I have not one but TWO degrees in religion: a B.A. and then, because that wasn't enough geekiness, an M.A. And I have a job. A good job, that I like, that I utilize my education for.

Do I make as much as a surgeon? No, but I don't want to be a surgeon. I don't make as much as a public school teacher...but that's not where I'm supposed to be. I am where I am because I followed my passion...I prayed about what God wanted for me to do, and I believe He has blessed me for that.

Just like I don't think you should "make" your 6 year old play soccer if he hates soccer because you think it's good for him, or make your 10 year old suffer through piano lessons that she clearly abhors, I don't think you should be telling your 20 year old to become an accountant when he wants to study theater design.

But then, I'm a religion major.


Popular posts from this blog

Trying to "end run" God

If you're a football fan, you know what an end run is. From Merriam-Webster:
a football play in which the ballcarrier attempts to run wide around the end of the line We try to "end run" God a lot. I do. I figure I know better. I've got this - no need to worry the Big Guy about such a trivial thing.

Of course, it never works.

Like the puppy above, when we try and evade the tough obstacle (even though we KNOW we will eventually have to do it), we end up - well, off in the bushes.

But oh! How I wished my way worked. I'd love to take a flying leap and land smoothly and gracefully. People would be in awe, as if watching Simone Biles nail a balance beam routine that no one else would even attempt. I would shyly look down and blush - just lightly - and acknowledge (But humbly! Oh so humbly!) my achievement.

But no: I am the one pulling myself out of the bushes, scratches all over my legs and twigs in my hair. I'd hear that gentle but loving voice of God saying, &quo…

Trauma Mama

Dear Husband and I both enjoy certain medical shows, such as "ER" and "Code Black." ("St. Elsewhere" was another fave!) These shows revolve around trauma: humans who'd been ambushed by life: a car accident, a fire, and abuse, as examples.

More often than not, these shows also highlight the trauma the doctors and nurses needed to deal with. Having a patient die is always offensive to a doctor: they are charged with saving lives and losing one is the ultimate failure. Nurses spend more time with patients, and can forge strong bonds with people that may be in their lives for just a few days.

But trauma doesn't always look like a bloody body being wheeled into an emergency room, or a house surrounded by fire trucks and police cars. Trauma comes in many forms.

According to one website, trauma can look like surgery. It can look like moving. Trauma can be losing a beloved spouse or more horrifying, a child. Trauma can also be chronic pain, loneliness, m…

Be Brave

A few years ago, it came to my attention that a young family member was struggling with anxiety and depression. I was able to share with her a bit of my own struggles, and let her know she wasn't alone.

A few weeks after our talk, I saw the movie, "Brave." It struck me that the young protagonist, Merida, modeled a great quality. She was indeed brave.

Being brave is not about recklessness. It is not about confidence. It's not about being foolish, or looking for glory in the eyes of others.

Bravery is about doing what is right, even when you are a quivering mess. It's about knowing that things may not turn out the way you expected, but forging ahead anyway. Being brave is standing by the hospital bed while a loved one is dying, and all you really want to do is turn back time. Bravery is standing up to a bully, when your legs are screaming for you to run. Brave is doing what needs to be done even when you're scared and tired and feeling helpless and hopeless.

I …