I have a confession to make: I don’t give my husband enough credit. I’m a stay-at-home mom, so I like to think the buck stops with me in our house. I take care of everyone, I make sure everyone eats, I make sure everyone is clothed, I am the expert on all of the ick that comes with kids (there is a lot of ick!). In my head I am Supermom and nothing can stop me. The truth of it is though, I would be nowhere without my husband.
First of all, he brings home the bacon. If he didn’t, I couldn’t afford my (presently) non-paying gigs of mom and writer. He goes to work everyday, often leaving the house before the kids and I have even gotten up. He works hard. He is motivated and he does NOT complain about it. Not even a little.
Do you want to know what I do the second he comes in the door? I lament about the day. “The kids were screaming. Screaming all DAY, I tell you! I’m so stressed. I just can’t handle this. Can you get me some wine?” (yes, picture my hand on my forehead, distressed southern belle style). And he listens. That’s all. I know, for a fact, I am ridiculous, but he just accepts it.
Next, he is a great father. My kids literally race to the door the second they hear the key turning in the lock at night. They know Daddy is home and Mommy is now chopped liver. He may not do everything exactly the way I would do it, and that is OK. The kids love him. He loves them. They know what to expect from him. He is also far more patient than I am. You would not want to be in my house at 3 a.m. when the kids have woken up for the 5th time that night. I turn into the Erin Monster. My husband remains ever calm. I don’t know how he does it.
I could go on and on. Really. I never tell him these things and I should. Lately though, I have more evidence to his greatness. When I told him I wanted to be a writer he didn’t laugh. He didn’t ask me for a perfectly detailed synopsis of the exact book I’m going to publish and when. He just said, “OK.” And then he let me write. He handles the kids at night and on weekends so I can have time for my craft. Again, he does NOT complain about it.
Then, he answers my totally hair-brained, off-the-wall brainstorming questions:
Me: Honey, if I was driving a car and ran into a brick wall, would I be able to drive away? Can you drive a car after the airbag has gone off?
Him: It would probably depend on how badly the car was damaged. How fast were you driving?
Me: Honey, is it possible to steal an airplane? Not, like, a commercial jet, but like a private plane? Could you hot-wire it like you would to steal a car? Or am I going to need to kill off some unsuspecting pilot character to get the keys off his body?
Him: Don’t kill the pilot.
He went to his pilot message boards (oh yeah, he flies planes for fun…hot!) and found the perfect article to support my theory (yes, it is possible. No, I won’t tell you how to do it).
Anyone else would think I was insane, but not him.
I couldn’t ask for a better support system. I hope I can learn to be just as supportive of him.