It’s Monday again! And, it never seems to take me long to come up with a reason to brag about my spouse. So, lets get right to it.
The wisest of women builds her house, but folly with her own hands tears it down. Proverbs 14:1
This week, I’ve heard a number of women – stay at home mom’s even – complaining about their finances. Complaints about not having the Christmas budget seem to be regular fare when some women congregate at this time of year. I know that there have been too many times when I’ve participated in this kind of conversation.
But, given some honest thought, I have to pray for forgiveness for those moments when I’ve shown ingratitude. Because, as a stay at home mom, I feel extremely blessed by and grateful to Lenny.
Whether your husband makes a lot of money or a little, the fact is, your family would have more to play with if you had an income. And in our world full of pressure to keep up with our neighbours, to have the right car, clothes and activities for our kids, it’s easy to think you need a second income. It’s easy to fall for the lie that we can’t afford to have one parent stay home.
Then we convince ourselves that the daycare we’ve chosen is almost as good as being at home. We ship our little ones off to the lowest bidder to be raise so the we can fulfill what are often, if we’re honest, just wants. We start to believe that the one week vacation to somewhere fun is a good trade off for every week together at home.
If this is an easy mental hurdle for us to leap, it’s often far easier for our husbands to justify. They’re not usually the nurturers that we are so they often need convincing that we should give up gainful employment and truly become dependent on their incomes. The idea that they should suffer a loss of some enjoyment so we can stay home all the time can be hard for them to get behind.
And that brings me to the bragging.
Now, it did take getting Lenny some new information. And the seed was planted almost two years before we made it a reality. But I certainly didn’t have to beg, cajole or shoe horn him into it. No, he, willing and without complaint, accepts that our savings isn’t growing the way it could, that our vacation plans are monumentally downsized and that our disposable income jingles.
The reason I can list SAHM as my career is purely because he put on his big boy pants and made a tough decision. When I asked him for his perspective, he said: “It’s not an easy decision. But its a worth it decision.” He firmly believes that our nations youth are handicapped by a lack of parenting, he’s willing to put his money where his mouth is and, because of that, I can happily brag about him for another week.
How blessed am I.
Now tell me about your wonderful husband? What hard decisions does he make? What things does he do regularly that he’s really rather not do?