Common Sacrifice

"A common creation demands a common sacrifice." -Edward Sapir

Being a mom inherently means you are constantly doing little things, making little sacrifices that your kid never notices- in fact, will never notice until they move out of the house.  You do things that make the house run, things children seem to imagine are performed by elves.  I know I have only just begun these mom-sacrifices and efforts, but I have already noticed how they mostly go... unnoticed.

What I do notice are the things my darling husband does, what he does to keep the house running, and I notice them because I do not have to do them.  Some of these things he has done our whole marriage, some of them he picked up when I was recovering after having Maeve and just never stopped doing, but our house would be a shambles without him.  I can testify, when he gets sick, it does not look good around here.

So let me brag, once again, on Daddy, just for a minute.  He sets up the coffee at night and takes out the trash in the morning.  He puts away Maeve's toys after she goes to bed every night.  He gives her a bath every other night, and helps change diapers when he is home.  He does the dishes after dinner, and keeps Maeve busy while I make dinner every night.  He (usually) irons his own shirts.

And last night, after I told him my plans to scrape the car in the morning before Maeve got up (as it was coated in a quarter-inch of ice), he silently put on his coat and went out to get the job done for me ahead of time.  I am particularly grateful as Maeve really needs to get out of the house today, and we need more ice cream.  Important stuff like that.

So here is a big thank you to my sweetheart.

Love is: reading the Runaway Bunny... again.