We both do important work.
It’s just that his pays the bills and mine, well, it usually runs them up.
We both do important work.
It’s just that sometimes I have to convince myself that doing the dishes, the laundry, cleaning up after everybody and chauffeuring the kids around IS actually work, ‘cause, sometimes, it feels like I’m just doing what’s got to get done and doing right by those I love.
It’s just that he has a boss and I’m over here trying to convince three under the age of 12 that I’m their’s (kinda) or that, at minimum, they aren’t mine.
We both do important work.
It’s just that his takes brain power and talent and mine often makes me feel powerless…and talentless.
We both do important work.
It’s just that he’d rather being doing mine and there’s no way I can do anything and make the kinda money he makes doing his.
We both do important work.
It’s just that I often forget this.
Some evenings, I find myself looking in the mirror after a shower, thinking, “what did you do today?
What did you DO that was productive?
What did you do that made a difference?
That helped your family?
How did you contribute today?”
I interrogate myself.
I barrage myself with thoughts of inadequacy.
But then something happens.
I hear my kid laugh.
I hear one of them call my name.
One of them barges in the bathroom busting at the seams to tell me something.
And I look back in the mirror and I say:
“You’re doing just fine.
The proof is it the pudding, and yours, it’s turning out pretty good.
‘Cause you’re a pretty good mama raisin’ some pretty spectacular kids.”
We both do important work.
That’s clear to me now.
And the most important work you can do on your marriage and in your home is to remind each other if this.
