I Do Not Help My Wife, We Share The Responsibility

I do not want to be a spectator and observe my wife running from one side of the house to the other all day long. I do not want to sit and watch while she carries all the weight. Since day 1, I understood the responsibility of a relationship and being a father.

I understood from the beginning that I was my wife’s partner. I love her and we chose the amazing path; to have a family together. Having a family means  enjoying the good and accepting the bad.

I knew from day one that sharing responsibilities was key. As a father, I am a part of the home, and that means I also participate in the household activities. I wash up, iron, change diapers and cook. None of that scares me,  or makes me wish I was single.

That to me is to be a bigger man. Unfortunately, many homes are not like that. Women are often the ones who take care of everything. The men are simply spectators doing other things.

But if we think of our children, the best example we can give them is one of  a united family sharing the homework.

I’m not helping my wife. We share the responsibility.

This debate never changes. What is worth more – working at home or professionally? The question I ask myself when I am with my friends is,  “Do we value our wives’ work both inside and outside the home?”

“The other day I washed up and my wife did not thank me” is a phrase we have all heard from time to time.

Think about it,  why should my wife thank me for something that helps improve our lives at home?

Why thank me for something she herself does many times without anyone seeing it or thanking her for it?

Therefore, I do not consider it to “help” my wife. She does not need any help. She is self-sufficient and completely capable of everything in the home and at work.

What she and I both need is a companion. We should support each other, even if she can do it alone when needed.

I’m not helping “my wife clean the house. I’m just trying to make the house we live in decent. I disinfect and clean up for the simple reason that I also live here under the same roof.

I do not “help” with cooking. I cook like her, and share this responsibility as I also eat. In doing so, I make pots and other utensils dirty, which means it is also my responsibility to clean up afterwards.

I’m not helping my wife with the kids. I take care of the kids because they are my kids too. Our.

I do not “help” at home. I do my share.

Wash, dry, put the whole family clothes together. Pick up toys. Teach our kids math. Gardening.

Whatever needs to be done,  I know I am not her helping around the house, but part of the family. That is why I participate as I do.

Never again will I think that household work was just a woman’s job. No matter what gender roles I grew up with, what my parents taught me or what I learned in school.  I feel lucky for the family I have. I want to be a good example for my children.

I want to treat my wife like a partner and not behave like a guest. I want to do it because I value my wife and everything she does for our family. I respect her as she is. It’s just like I want her to treat me.