A Moment for Me
Just the other day, a friend came round for a cup of tea, and as we sat chatting about life, I mentioned, “Ill just pop off to do the washing upback in a tick.”
He looked at me as if Id said I was building a rocket. With a mix of admiration and bewilderment, he replied, “Must be nice of you to help your wife. I dont bothermine never thanks me anyway. Last week, I mopped the floor, and not so much as a cheers.”
I sat back down and explained that I wasnt “helping” my wife at all. Truth be told, she doesnt need helpshe needs a partner. Im her partner in running the household, not some occasional helper pitching in.
I dont “help” with the cleaning because I live here too, and the mess is partly mine.
I dont “help” with the cooking because I like to eat, so I ought to cook as well.
I dont “help” with the washing up because those plates are just as much mine.
I dont “help” with the kids because theyre my children too, and being their father is my job.
I dont “help” with the laundry because those clothes belong to me and my little ones just as much.
I dont “help out” at homeI live here. This is my house too.
Then I asked my friend, when was the last time his wife did the hoovering, the laundry, changed the beds, bathed the kids, cooked dinner, or tidied up, and he turned to her with a heartfelt, “Thanks, loveyoure absolutely brilliant!”
Does that sound odd? Are you squirming a bit? When you mopped the floor that one time, you expected a medal but why? Ever stopped to think about that, mate?
Maybe its because our laddish culture taught you its all “her job.” Or perhaps you imagine it all just magically happens without her lifting a finger?
Well then, praise her the way youd want to be praisedwith the same enthusiasm. Step up, be a true partner, not just a guest who shows up to eat, sleep, shower, and satisfy your needs. Make yourself at homebecause it *is* your home.
Real change in our society starts at home. Lets teach our sons and daughters what it means to be a true partner.
