My wife always wanted a wife. She shared that little tidbit with me several times. Sometimes she'd spurt it out if she was exasperated, usually about something I did or didn't do. And sometimes she'd smirk and say it, jokingly: "I want a wife!" When she'd wish for a wife in an exasperated state, I'd clam up. Zip my lips. When she'd joke about it, I'd say something stupid and continue whatever manly inactivity I was up to (and she'd continue making supper). Then things changed when we started this stay-at-home-daddy adventure. I did most the laundry. I made the bed. Did the dishes. Cooked (gasp!). I cleaned the house. Dusted (gasp! gasp!). I was househusband extraordinaire! I felt so good about myself, about my new efforts toward the family good, I even told my wife, "Now you have a wife." Friends, I have to level with you ... THAT was a stupid thing to say. Of course I didn't realize the stupidity of the comment at the ti...
A father's journey to finding the right words.