So I’m thinking, whether or not we get it all right all the time as husbands and wives –
We’re holy husbands and holy wives, because we’re set apart exclusively for each other. No shame in that.
We moms talk together about how our little boys whose little legs barely show between cricket shorts and cricket socks in the heat mirage of green field – they tell us about the best girls in the class. The nicest girls. The ones they’re chuffed to sit next to if the teacher moves the desks around.
‘What makes her the best girl?’ we ask.
The answer is not, ‘She’s so pretty,’ or ‘She’s so smart,’ or ‘She’s so thin,’ or ‘She’s so together’. The answer, without fail, from all our four, five and seven-year-old sons is:
‘She’s so kind.’
Joy Forney wrote this, about what your husband really wants from you. Turns out he doesn’t want you to iron his socks or fetch his slippers. He doesn’t want a maid or a golden retriever. Really, he just wants you to be nice to him, and nice to the kids.
I’m trying to remember that –
My husband married his best friend. His girlfriend. Me.
Some days, I should stop hiding behind the crazy and the kids. I should let the to-do list get a little longer, and just be that girl.
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This article originally appeared at DaleneReyburn.com.
