Girl Power
I stole the post title from my friend Bre's husband who has a blog on his College/Young Adult group website. Tony is a very talented communicator of God's word and he and Bre are friends that we are just completely blessed to have in our circle.
He wrote a post today that I thought really taught him all that women do in order to "keep the home", but he makes us sound so strong:
I’m kind of interested to hear from the girls along with the guys on this one and excuse the Spice Girls flashback but there’s no better title. The last thing I would ever want to do is place myself in a rigid or prejudicial role that assumes “guys work and girls stay home” but my wife and I had talked for years about her being a “mommy” and thus far it has worked out real well. I’ve always been amazed by the way Paul points out a woman’s sensitivity, encouragement, and love in Titus 2:3-4.
Most days I get home from work and my wife stands “barefoot and in the kitchen” always ready to chase around my two year old son. She has a congenial smile on her face, glows as if prepping for a Cosmo-mag shoot, and smells as if running in a field of daisies. I’d say most days I still catch my breath or get that funny pit of the stomach feeling when I see her. But, there towards the end of her pregnancy with baby Peyton things changed slightly. By the time I got home she was kind of tired and actually wanted me to help with dinner.
My natural tendency on these days was to smile sarcastically and run through the skeptical analysis in my head. How hard can it actually be? You sleep in when you want, feed the kid some Cheerios, throw a dvd in, put him down for a nap, and then sleep some more. I mean come on, the world’s nuclear stockpiling and human injustices aren’t exactly being cured here! Four days ago it all changed… The moment a surgeon hacked into Bre and prescribed her 3 weeks of bedrest my world and sense of sanity collapsed as I became mom.
It doesn’t matter if you’ve been there before or not, no baby should ever poop tar and that’s just the beginning. Women have this special gift called “multi-tasking” that God never wired into us guys. Let’s be honest sit us down in front of a football game with a drink and remote and we’re about maxed out but somehow girls manage to change diapers, discipline two year olds, cook food, clean the dishes, put away laundry, vaccuum, grocery shop, and still put up with the dude in their life. This doesn’t even take into account their relationship with God or extra “lovin” for their husband. Even writing it makes me tired!
It’s only been four days but I can truly say that I’m overwhelmed. Our house isn’t clean even though I am constantly picking up, we eat lame food even as I’m forever in the kitchen, and Ethan constantly looks like one of the Alabama kids on a 1987 episode of COPS no matter how much I bathe and dress him. So, I have a new found respect for my wife, mothers, and ladies in general who are called to be multi-taskers and have talents far beyond my comprehension…
Bre and I are both so blessed to have husbands who are willing to step in and do some of the dirty work when their wives are incapacitated. I remember after giving birth to Madi, I was in such pain from the episiotomy that I could hardly walk, plus I had horribly swollen feet so I was really forbidden to move a whole lot. My hubby learned to change Madi's diaper before I did, gave her a bath before I did and learned to swaddle Madi in a blanket before I did. He also made dinner, cleaned the house (as Bre says to a guy's standards lol) and took care of me in my emotional state! That is quite a feat!
It is wonderful to hear that we are appreciated, but allow me to let you in on a little secret gentlemen: We aren't all that strong. I have been known to go without a shower the entire day until the hour before my husband comes home...just so I can look like I actually accomplished something. My mother taught me the trick of "neat little piles" so that your house actually looks clean and put together. Make your bed every morning and your bedroom instantly looks cleaner.
I am not a saint, nor am I really that good at multi-tasking. And we NEED you men. There have been days when I see my husband sitting there on the couch after working all day at the church and here I am slaving away, making dinner and trying to keep Madi from putting her fingers on hot stove.....and something snaps! I yell at him to get off his lazy bum and do something. After all, I worked all day too...why should he be the one to relax for a little bit while I continue to work and clean, etc etc.
But really, if I stop for just a moment....we need Dan's income more than we need mine. And he has a lot on his shoulders in regards to providing for his family and making sure that we have food on the table. My hubby often quotes the verse that states "a man who doesn't work is worse than an unbeliever." Ouch! God has placed the responsibility of leadership on our husbands heads....the least we can do is follow our husbands and if it means having to clean the house even if we have had a long day at our own jobs so our husbands can be replenished for another hard days work....so be it. Our husbands will be thankful, as Tony's post shows, when we continually serve them with our gifts and take care of our home so they don't have to. And when you need them, I guarantee they will be there.
So let me say to my husband, Dan, and to every other man who has a family and feels the burden to provide and care for them.....we appreciate all that you do! Thank you for your hard work, your dedication to your family and to the Lord. We NEED YOU!
Blessings,
Tiff~