As some of you maybe know, my mother and I aren't exactly on the same page regarding the role of women, marriage, raising children and a variety of other issues. Despite that, we remain best friends and work hard to find the balance which will help us achieve peace and mutual respect.
I recently got my degree in nutrition, and in the past Mom often expressed her wish for me to continue to a higher degree. If you've read some of my entries about college, you probably understand I wasn't exactly thrilled about this perspective of more years on a college campus, immersed in an immoral environment, investing lots of money in a degree which will give me very little practical knowledge and won't advance me at all towards becoming the future homemaker I hope to be (God-willing). Now that I'm engaged it would make even less sense, since there simply wouldn't be enough time to complete that degree, and when I'm married I want to be dedicated entirely to my husband.
What I am going to do starting from Thursday, and what is a compromise my mother and I reached, is 6 months of training in clinical nutrition. I'm much happier with that decision, for a number of reasons – it will be less time consuming (only several hours a day) and less expensive than another degree, it's not going to take place in college but in a hospital, which means I'll avoid the corrupting campus environment; it has a greater potential, in my eyes, of teaching practical skills which will be useful to me as a future homemaker, caretaker and nurturer. And of course, I will continue living at home. I hope it will be a positive and edifying experience.