I happen to be a very introspective person. I think- a lot. Doesn’t mean I am smart or anything of that sort, just means I like to think. I remember one time as a kid, I must have had a spacey-thinker face on and I caught my Dad looking at me. He said something to the effect of “you sure are thinking hard, or whatcha thinking about?” I just remember him smiling at me.
So, awhile back I was doing the thinking thing and was pondering how we as moms tend to focus so much on our children and how we have a tendency to stop being a wife first and a mother second. I realized that as moms we have so much to do, from getting our kids to school in the morning, to helping with homework, doing their laundry, feeding them, basically saving the world one spelling word at a time, and it hit me. What do our children call us, day in and day out? MOM. What do our husbands call us? Honey, babe, sweetheart, insert your name here, wife? Do I hear a wife in the house? No! We may be onto something here!!! We pop out a few kids or 5 and our name changes to Mom. I really wonder if our husbands started calling us “wife” if that would change our thinking and behavioral tendencies to put our children first. Now, granted, I really don’t want Jeremy to come home and say “wife, I’m home.” That just pales in comparison to the usual “honey I’m home, what’s for dinner?”
When you live in a home with everyone calling you mom then you tend to see yourself as “the mom.” Which, we are, but we must remember to be the “wife” first. I have learned that I must make a choice to put my husband before my children and that doing that honors God and shows my kids I respect him as head of our home and family.
I’m sort of thinking out-loud on this one. When I think of all these husbands walking around calling out “wife, wife, ” that makes me grin. Maybe we ought to start saying ” husband, husband.” Hmm, wonder what could happen!
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September 12, 2008 at 9:40 am
Good post. I’m with you… don’t really wanna be called “wife or wifey” but yes, there’s something that sub-consciously switches over to “mom” when the kiddos pop out. haha.
Funny note: One day I wasn’t answering Nathan right away because I was trying to speak to my “hubby”…. but apparently it wasn’t going to stop Nathan– he yelled, “BABE! Can you come here please?” hahahahahahah! It was like hearing Danny yell for me. Ahhhh… they learn so young.