The other day my husband came home and said that two women told him how “lucky” I was to have a husband to pump my gas for me. He said he laughed and told them that was the first time in a long time that he was able to do something like that for me and that I normally pump my own gas.
These comments, along with others, stating how “lucky” I am to have a husband like mine, aggravate me to the core. Why am I “lucky”? Why is my husband filling my gas tank up, stopping by the store, or doing a household chore consider me lucky?
I am a stubborn, hard headed and independent individual and I own up to it. Becoming a stay at home mom did not come naturally. The caring for my children came naturally. Maintaining the house is a struggle but “bless our mess”. The part that did not come easily was giving up control and depending so much on my husband. So, naturally, when someone makes the comment that I am lucky to have my husband’s help, I get a little defensive…OK a lot defensive.
Why aren’t husbands lucky? Why don’t you hear men or women saying, “You’re lucky that your wife does your laundry” or ” You’re lucky your wife cooks or cleans” or “You’re lucky that your wife is AMAZING?” Why do we look at marriages and see them as being one sided. “The husband works all day, she should do those things” UMMMM…I work all day too! PLEASE, come and do my job for one day and tell me I don’t work. There needs to be an understanding that marriage and family are not one sided and do not depend solely on one person.
Although I thank my “lucky stars” for my husband everyday, luck has nothing to do with it. We are partners! We balance one another. He does things for me and I do things for him. Yes, I am grateful when he unloads the dishwasher, does bath time with the kids, or runs to the store; but that is not called lucky, its called marriage.