Our household is patriarchal but is it oppressive?
Yeserday, my husband's day began at about 6:30am since Monday's have him go in early. He got the lunch I made and kissed me goodbye and went to his truck delivery work where he got a flat tire, difficult truck backing assignments, and multiple deliveries around the city with paperwork to process.
He was given an "early day" by his supervisor. The first one since he started working there. So his work day ran from 7:30am to 5pm instead of 7, 8, or 9pm. We were grateful.
Meanwhile, my false contractions were actinv up so I cleared my chore list and gave myself the "day off", meaning just taking care of myself and baby girl instead of adding the household.
While homemaking is not easy, it is very forgiving in its pace and the stakes are low. What didn't get done in terms of cleaning yesterday I can do today.
While my "oppressive" patriarchal husband was laboring to deliver pallets and drop and hook trailers, I was sitting outside watching baby girl play with the texture of the grass and leaves in the yard and make different sounds by clapping and cooing.
I spent time yesterday talking to my husband on a long phone call as he had time in between deliveries and as I changed a daiper and fed baby girl in her playpen. Bluetooth ear set patriarchal "oppressive" husband gave me gets a lot of use.
When husband got off his "early" day, he summoned strength to play with baby girl because we had researched that the masculine rough-and-tumble style play is both bonding and important for baby girl's development, confidence, and future independence.
I had played too. But my playing is not the same as his.
After this, he ate the sphagetti I made us, settled on the couch for a video game, and watched baby girl when my contractions flared up and I went to lay down and listen to an audiobook.
Baby girl is over a year old. She figured out how to undaiper and made a slight mess on the mattress in her play pen.
"Pick one. Do you want to give her a bath or clean the mattress?" Ah. The cruel horrors of male leadership.
I chose the mattress, configured a diy cleaning solution and cleaned the mess while hubby bathed baby girl, changed her, and put her in pajamas I handed in. We kissed her scrape from outside earlier, conferred with hubby's mother with baby pics, and talked to each other about our lives together till we fell asleep at about 10 pm.
For all the oppressive benefits men are supposed to have, I as the wife have the easier role and life. He insists on it being this way because he says me being relaxed and happy when he is home is the very thing that more than justifies me not working outside the home.
Biblical patriarchy is actually not oppression at all. It's sacrifice for a good purpose. The good purpose in this case is me having a forgivingly paced lifestyle as I raise baby girl and carry baby boy in the womb.
I don't mind serving meals, cleaning, minding babies, being intimate, being respectful, and following directions. I've learned to take pride and joy in these things because my husband is risking his life to provide me this lifestyle.
He did not complain about covering our roomate's portion of the rent temporarily or the fact that I miscalculated the groceries. leaving him with 28 dollars to get through till the next paycheck. He hardly ever complains anymore. And because I in some ways I actually deserve to be alone, childless, and separated from God's presence, I hardly complain anymore either.