When I started counseling I saw our work as serving the mother-child dyad. I wanted to help the woman and save her unborn baby. Over time I began to see more and more the frayed communal fabric in which these women and children are wrapped. I began to appreciate the connections they lacked—to their own fathers, to their children’s fathers, to happily married couples who could serve as models, to churches where they were nurtured and shown God’s love. Now I see my job primarily as helping women find people in their own communities who can give them support, advice, and most of all the hope that married love is possible.
Read more at The Weekly Standard – “Sex and the City.”
Not many good men out there these days. I don’t blame them for their desire to be independent.
Thanks S.E.
Can’t tell you how many times I’ve overheard some more-or-less young woman say it, with or without forced levity, over a mostly-empty stemmed glass:
‘Every time I meet a guy, he’s either married, or a Korrektiv reader….’
Hooray Eve!
An excellent treatment of an important subject. Thank you, Expat.
(Couldn’t avoid flashing back to this, though.)