I cracked up when I read the comments on this picture. Imagine your reaction if a man ever said this to you. I’d probably deck him. The days of women being expected to be stay-at-home moms, waiting on our menfolk hand and foot are over and done with. Nowadays, we’re independent. Able to look after ourselves. Capable of taking care of our own needs, even sexually if necessary. Hey, get in a good supply of batteries and we’re set. Lol
I grew up watching my mom defer to her husband at every turn. When I got married, to a man close to ten years older than I am, I found myself following the same pattern. It took me years to learn to stand up for myself, and let me tell you, boy, was that a shock to the hubby. He didn’t know what had hit him. Now he likes the independent woman I’ve become, but it took some adjusting to. When I raised my daughter, I raised her to think for herself. To be responsible for her own happiness. Mind you, I also raised my son to learn to be handy around the house, to cook, do the washing, and generally to be an equal partner in any relationship and not assume he can take control.
But sometimes I wonder if we’ve gone too far. I’m probably going to annoy all the diehard feminists out there, but I like being a woman. I like the things that come with being a woman. Yes, I can open my own door, pull my own seat up to the table, but you know what? It gives me a warm glow to be treated that way, because I know it’s being done out of respect and love. It doesn’t diminish me in any way. It doesn’t make my husband a henpecked hubby. When I polish hubby’s shoes before an important meeting, it doesn’t make me a doormat. I do it because I love him, because I want him to shine at his meeting, to look the best he can. There are times I’ve played the little housewife and waited on him hand and foot, but I do it because I want to, not because it’s expected of me. And then I thank him when he takes on the cooking role every night so that I can write. We’re both independent, but together we make a hell of a team. This is the way I try to write my heroines. Not so tough they can’t ask a man for help if they need it. Not so wimpy they almost become too stupid to live. It’s all about balance. And what you’re prepared to do for love.
So what have you done for love?