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There are days I come home expecting to find Wairimu Gaitho the woman, hoping she can share in my frustrations, only to find Wairimu Gaitho the girl, vulnerable, needy and soft. During those days I must engage the father gear, try to act like I care even when I am hurting and needy myself.
There are days when I will come home expecting to find Wairimu Gaitho the woman to cuddle away and love each other, only to find Wairimu Gaitho the mother, bundled together with the kids in their bed snoring away into the night without a care of where I am. I immediately become a bachelor and I need to figure life at that point alone.
There are days I will come home expecting Wairimu Gaitho the wife, hoping to be served hot food, hot bathing water and foot massage to boot, only to find Wairimu Gaitho the woman having come from the hustles and bustles of life, uninterested and self centered.
There are days I start a conversation hoping to find Wairimu Gaitho the girl, docile, attentive and submissive, only to find Wairimu Gaitho the lady, highly opinionated, stubborn and irritating.
Then there are days she is two in one, motherly and wifely. During those days I feel pampered, loved and appreciated. During her motherly days she is bubbly and energetic. Depending on the seasons this side may be infrequent.
During other days she is the boss lady, she is in control, she has everything figured out, she is dressy and sassy. She is the queen of the South. Yet on some, she is a young girl, clueless and dependant. Canβt even figure out how to kill a cockroach.
During all these phases I must adjust accordingly. Shifting gears, accelerating, slowing down, activating shock absorbers, all in a days work.
Dear husbands the calling is demanding! You married a wife, who was once a girl, and then became a lady, then now a mother. Out there she may be the boss, the manager, the employer but in your house her persona shifts more than you can handle.
You married her traumas, her insecurities, her childhood fears her regrets, her pains, her betrayals.
You also married her aspirations, her visions her fantasies, her dreams, her successes, her joys.
Every so often, youβll need to figure out where she is at in life. Sometimes youβll fail terribly. Sometimes youβll hit it right.
At times youβll come home expecting love and affection only to encounter lethargy and disdain. Youβll even question if she actually loves you.
Itβs during such days when you can easily fall in someoneβs elseβs arms. Unless you deliberately decide to realign your role with each season, you might miss out on the joys of knowing her at every stage of her life.
Dear wives, as he tries to figure you out, help him as much. Itβs not easy.
Good night !