**A Moment for Reflection**
A friend recently dropped by my place for coffee, and as we sat chatting about life, I excused myself with, Ill just do the washing-upbe right back.
His reaction was as if Id announced I was building a spaceship. With a mix of awe and bewilderment, he remarked, Its nice of you to help your wife. I never domine never thanks me anyway. Last week, I mopped the floor, and not even a cheers for it.
I sat back down and explained: I wasnt *helping* my wife. My wife doesnt *need* helpshe needs a partner. I pull my weight at home because its my responsibility, not some grand favour.
I dont *help* with the cleaningI live here too, so I clean.
I dont *help* with the cookingI eat, so I cook.
I dont *help* with the dishesthose plates are mine as much as hers.
I dont *help* with the kidstheyre my children, and being their father is my job.
I dont *help* with the laundrythose clothes belong to me and my family too.
I dont *help* at homeI *live* here. This is my house as much as hers.
Then I asked him: When was the last time *you* thanked your wife for scrubbing the floors, washing the sheets, bathing the kids, cooking meals, tidying upall of it? Not just a mumbled ta, but full, heartfelt praise: *Bloody hell, youre amazing!*
Does that sound odd? Are you squirming now? When you mopped *once*, you expected a medalyet she does it daily without fanfare. Ever wondered why, mate?
Maybe because our bloke-ish culture taught you its her job.
Or you assume it all magically gets done without effort.
Well, start praising her like you want to be praised. Step up. Be a real partner, not just a lodger who shows up for meals, showers, and sex. *Feel* at homebecause it *is* yours.
Real change begins in our own houses: teach your sons and daughters what it means to be an equal.
