I talk a lot about how much I love being called "mommy." It's amazing and wonderful in every way and that title is a precious one! I fail, however, to mention just how much I love being called John's wife. "Wife" implies so much... That I'm HIS, that we're linked for life, and that he chose me. What an honor!
I love taking care of my husband. I know that sounds old fashioned and so perpendicular to the many feminist views that are out there but it's the honest truth. I enjoy serving my husband and tending to the needs of our household so that he can more easily focus on being a provider for us. This was all going through my head last night, especially, when John was working overtime and got home around 8:30. I had just finished putting Brooke to bed when he called me to tell me that he was on his way home. I hadn't stopped all day but I knew John was going to be starving so I quickly threw together a meal of shrimp scampi pasta. Watching him come in the house and have a nice hearty meal just put a smile on my face. At that moment, I thought to myself how much I love being his wife! I love to make him happy and I love, love, love to take extra measures him to show him that he a number one priority in my life.
Yes, I love that John can count on me when he needs creases in his work shirts or when he needs something laundered or ironed. I love that he can ask me to cook for a party or a gathering and not have to worry about it again. I get a huge sense of pride when I can help him in any way. And ya know what, he genuinely appreciates all of my efforts to make him happy and he demands nothing from me.
I don't want you to get the picture of John sitting on the couch all day, screaming at me for a soda, and then me coming in with an apron and a smile on my face to deliver it to him. Lol! That is most certainly NOT my man! He is the exact opposite, in fact... He's helpful and tidy and constantly seeking ways to lighten my load. He came home this morning and did the dishes that were in the sink before going to bed for the day. What a man! He's my right-hand-man and is always there to help and support me in any way that he possibly can! On top of that, he's an incredible daddy, which makes my role as mom so much easier. Mostly though, he's my best friend and being with him just makes me feel at ease. We genuinely love to be with one another.
I think that all of the views of feminism are stemmed from the incorrect thought that women have to become doormats to serve men. That couldn't be farther from the truth! I submit to John and he has my utmost respect, but I am by no means a "Stepford Wife" who asks "How high?" when told to jump! I've once heard it described as a cycle... If John loves and values me, in return I'm going to be fueled up to honor and respect him. If he feels honored and respected, he's going to naturally make me loved and valued. On and on it goes. Even though there are times when we fail and don't give each other what we need, love is a choice, not simply an emotion, and we need to choose to press through those times for the good of one another. I'm not saying it's easy and I'm not saying we've got it mastered. Trust me on that one! :-)
I don't mind being called "the weaker vessel" and I don't mind relying on a man to take care of me. I'm sick of society making that seem like such a horrible thing! I'm an old fashioned, traditional wife and PROUD OF IT!