Right after I got engaged my mom and my two grandmothers cornered me and performed what I can only describe as an intervention on me. No, I am not an addict of any kind (shopping addictions notwithstanding)... this intervention was more of a "we want you to buckle down and become a fabulous housewife" type of intervention. You see, dear reader, before I got engaged or married I could not cook to save my life. Both my grandmothers were horrified at the prospect of me being married and not being able to so much as boil water for my poor, unsuspecting husband-to-be or iron a pair of his pants.
My darling grandmothers are both fabulous wives, housekeepers, cooks, mothers, etc., etc.... I was not about to tarnish family tradition by being the first female in my family that would not be able to pamper and pet my future husband in the manner which was expected of me.
I used to love to torture my grandmothers (and my own mother) by saying things like, "I'll make him TV dinners" or "he likes to cook, let him cook for me". And I believed it, as an independent woman of this new enlightened age I never bought into stereotypes of the happy housewife fawning over a husband, cooking and baking, cleaning the house and all that other stuff.
Until the day I woke up and realized I'd been doing all those things, and enjoying myself.
*gasp*
My husband has joined the fold of men in my family that are so well taken care of that if their wives ever went on strike or vanished they would be left to shuffle around aimlessly not knowning how to fend for themselves in the slightest. I cook gourmet meals for my darling husband, I make sure that our home is spotless and beautiful, I make sure he's spotless and beautiful, I pamper and pet him.... in short, he's my spoiled, spoiled husband. I love it, and I know he loves it.
As much as I rebelled against becoming "one of those" women that took on the traditional role of housekeeper and cook and all the other "Suzie Homemaker" duties, I found myself slipping right into that mindset without any difficulty. I found that not only am I good at those duties I turned my nose up at, but I actually enjoy those duties.
And I've come to realize why some women relish their roles as a wife who takes care of their husband so well.... because when you treat a man that good, he'd be an utter fool to leave. =)
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