If I could glimpse a world set apart from my own, I would choose my husband’s. I know it’s not the most fascinating or exciting of all the choices out there. I would do it for other reasons. I want to understand the personal sacrifices made daily simply to sustain the life I get to live. It is a gift he gives me, and I know I do not appreciate it as much as I should. I get to stay home and hide from the cruel parts of societal standards many of my friends and family are subject to. I got to raise my babies instead of paying someone else to do it for me, while I pulled in a profit. I have life memories full of baking, cleaning, gardening, tending and loving. I got to groom my talents and bring real desires into fruition on the daily.
It is time perhaps, I knew just how hard it is to trudge through my day…. Working miles beneath the Earth’s surface, gathering minerals with heavy equipment, and earning the food I eat with the mud on my hands and sweat on my brow. Maybe, I would benefit from knowing how it feels sleeping hundreds of miles away from the family that I support and the house I built with my own two hands.
How much fuller would my welcome home kiss be if I understood? Would I chance complaining of the trifles that plagued my indulged days. I think I would just hold him, giving him all I could for as long as I could. It is a grand gift he has given me. I do not deserve it, but I am grateful.