During spring break we stayed a night with dear friends. Their eldest Eliza, nearly four, was thrilled to have our Theo, age six, as a play date.
Theo was thrilled to have Eliza’s massive wooden train set and open family room where he, my husband and Eliza’s dad could build the mother of all tracks.
Eliza played trains too, for about three minutes. Then the wooing began.
“Feo,” she said. Most preschoolers cannot yet pronounce the th sound, so they replace it with the f sound.
“Feo, let’s play veterinarian.”
Feo did not answer. He was busy fashioning a railroad crossing.
Eliza was undeterred. She stood near the stuffed animals calling. “Feo. Feo? Play veterinarian with me.”
Still no answer. She tried another approach.
Lodging herself in her younger sibling’s walker, she pretended to be stuck.
“Feo, help! Feo, help me get out! Feo! FEO!” Ah, the damsel in distress.
Feo, now engrossed in bridge building, could not be bothered.
Eliza’s mom chimed in. “Eliza,” she said. “You can get yourself out.”
“Feo, help me!” said Eliza.
“Theo, Eliza needs you,” I said. “Will you help her get out of the walker, please?”
My little prince obeyed his queen mum, dutifully leaving his venture to assist. Once Eliza was freed from peril, he marched back to resume construction.
Eliza did not give up. “Feo,” she said. “Feo, let’s play dolls now. Feo?”
Silence down the line, except for the muffled clinking of wooden tracks fitted together over carpet on the trek to the other side of the family room.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Eliza grabbed none other than Cinderella. She shoved the doll right between Theo’s eyes and said, “Feo! Cinderella needs to tell you something!”
Her mother and I shook our heads, both understanding all too clearly the plight of this little princess.
“She’s sooo relational,” said her mother. Aren’t we all, ladies?
In Genesis God lays out the consequences for Adam and Eve’s willful disobedience. The overarching consequence is death, but there is other fallout.
For example, right after God tells Eve she will have pain in childbirth, He says she will want for her husband and he will rule over her. The usual interpretation I’ve heard umpteen times in church is that women will want to dominate men, while God requires men to lead.
I get that. But I wonder. Maybe the woman’s want for the man is really a want for the man. Not to lord over him, but to relate to him.
It’s my gorgeous friend describing how she undressed and danced in front of the TV, unsuccessful in her attempt to tear her husband away from the football game.
It’s Scarlett realizing her love for Rhett in Gone With the Wind when he slams the door in her face. (Correction: Rhett walks out the open door and disappears into the foggy night. It’s a slam all the same.)
It’s Eliza’s unrelenting calls to Feo.
Men, pay attention. This one’s free. Throw your woman a bone of interaction and you’ll chip away at the curse in your house.
Give her your undivided attention as you would a dearly loved treasure, and watch the curse shatter like glass on the tracks of a mighty engine.
Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you. Genesis 3:16 NIV
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