I realize, I haven’t always been a good wife.
Well, actually, I’ve known it for a while. But, I’ve just been too stuck to admit it.
I know what you might be thinking… I’ve been a good mom. Sure. I do what I need to do. Sure. I have done my job in The Mom department well. Sure.
But… And here’s the big BUT…
I have dropped the ball as your life-partner.
And here’s why:
I have spent too much time keeping score.
I have resented you getting to be an adult, while I’ve felt left in this mom-mode thing.
I have been insecure about my job as a care-taker.
I have been too tired and too frazzled and too distracted; and sometimes don’t even have dinner on the table or groceries in the pantry. And at times~I haven’t given a damn.
I have acted jealous of your career; and secretly I have resented it. And you.
I have dismissed your parenting skills at times, and thought my way was the only way.
I have been too tired, too insecure, too self-conscious.
I have been so overwhelmed that some days I haven’t even bothered to ask you about your day.
I have juggled and dropped the ball.
I admit it.
And now that I’ve acknowledge it, I can try to change it.
I’m sure I’ll keep messing up. Again. And again.
But, I’m admitting where I’ve gone wrong (and, as you know, this doesn’t come easy for me).
So, maybe this is a good first step?
Next up… perhaps turkey pot pie?!
*This post was previously published on valligideons.wordpress.com