I have been in doubt for quite a while whether I ought to share this, as the author is Christian and I am Jewish, so obviously we disagree on quite a bit, theologically speaking... but it made me cry with emotion as few things I've read online have lately. Here are some very wonderful quotes.
"We are to submit to our own husbands. Our own husbands. Our own husbands. Not frightened by any fear. This is so very, very important. If another woman's husband desires her to have many children, this is wonderful and it is their private matter. Her womb is a private place between the two of them. No one has any right to make remarks which would hurt them because their family is large."
"Perhaps another husband would love more children, but his wife is only able to have one or two children. Well, this was probably the case with Joseph. Joseph only had two sons. But God sure blessed him with those two boys in Egypt. You can tell by the names he chose for them. His wife's womb was a private place. We don't know why they only had two children, and it is not our business to know. It is God's business and theirs. But Joseph surely was blessed with his sons."
"His body is her body. Her body is his body. They are one. I am not a part of their union, and I have no business prying and asking questions, nor giving advice when I am not asked. Likewise someone to me. I am to submit to my own husband, and she is to submit to her own husband."
I really wish there was a more complete understanding of this matter - that some things must be left private. I sometimes cringe as I sit with other moms at the playground and hear discussions of some matters that I'm certain these women's husbands would want to keep private.
As for those who pry and poke... perhaps they aren't even aware of the extent of damage they might be inflicting. Even if they are close friends. Even, and especially, if they are family. Because once the friends or family get used to being told what is happening between a husband and wife, it's difficult to get out of this habit.
How I wish to learn to tread with gentleness; with love; always thinking the best and wishing the best for all people in all things. How I hope to learn to speak when needed, and be silent when it is appropriate. And love; yes, love is the most important of all. It is more important than the feeling of righteousness, of superiority, of spiritual dominance. Fortunately, we all have access to the abundant source of that Love, perfect Love, which we perhaps didn't experience in sufficient measure when we were little. Perhaps our early years left us broken. But all can be well, and more than well, if we allow He Who Fixes Broken Things to reign in our lives.