tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473229471142372179.post983139292148673105..comments2023-10-09T07:02:28.982-04:00Comments on amonghills: on wife-dom, and super-humans.elise leighannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07839647433690425498noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473229471142372179.post-89414741302359882572013-05-09T13:48:26.155-04:002013-05-09T13:48:26.155-04:00Spaghetti for dinner is a delicious, and perfectly...Spaghetti for dinner is a delicious, and perfectly valid, option! <br />Early in my marriage, I was so cowed by my mother's "perfection" in hospitality -- she'd make LISTS of when to put start the peas, the mashed potatoes, the roast; every single Saturday night Mom and Dad would host a few grad student couples (from the community of Sunday School class Mom taught) over for hamburgers and the works. Since Dad did the burgers, he got credit for "cooking" everything, but I noticed that Mom did Everything Else, including shaping his burger patties! As a response to my perception of the high bar she set, I just wouldn't have people over for dinner cause I couldn't measure up. Eventually we started having a young couple over to plan for the next week's youth group that we four led. Their budget didn't allow for Coke so we always had that and it was much appreciated. I had spaghetti so many times as it was what I could do; it was hard to give myself permission to do things differently from how Mom used to and David kept encouraging me. (For the record, David does our company cooking these days as I'd still rather not do it; we both do food prep/cooking on a daily basis.) <br /><br />Continue to offer yourself grace to not be super-human, and thanks for being so wonderfully transparent in your blog writings.Rebecca Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17155401999463585339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473229471142372179.post-88415091256131501562013-05-09T12:29:52.400-04:002013-05-09T12:29:52.400-04:00haha, i think my biggest issue is wondering what&#...haha, i think my biggest issue is wondering what's wrong with me and why can't i have it all together and be the perfect "housewife" and work full time. sometimes spaghetti for dinner just has to happen. :) luckily adam is so not high maintenance. i think i put the pressure on myself. and my mom was so stinking amazing too so i have big shoes to fill. :)elise leighannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07839647433690425498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473229471142372179.post-21766058589427926242013-05-08T19:17:10.330-04:002013-05-08T19:17:10.330-04:00Real wife-dom looks like: repeatedly saying to my ...Real wife-dom looks like: repeatedly saying to my husband (in the early years) "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you normal? Why aren't you exactly like me???" And then, fortunately, laughing together about it.<br /><br />Real wife-dom looks like: accepting that we're always going to be different people who are on a journey together in life, and oh what a wonderful journey it is.<br /><br />(PS. I've had to deal with that small but constant fear too.)Rebecca Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17155401999463585339noreply@blogger.com