This
is from a facebook post of Brent’s, on my page …. (As many know he doesn’t have his own and we do
share everything.)
Such a great message. BP
“From the site: Get your shit together, ladies. “
Comments from Facebook
"So accurate."
Ugh! My life! Living with his father's son!
November 2 at 7:42am via mobile
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"Add Norman to that mix. Try two years to get just a little job finished."
Well
you know me, I always thought that a main bread-winner has a hard
enough job. So, I followed my Mom's lead and did many of those honey-do
jobs. It brought satisfaction and confidence. It wasn't so hard to put
in a medicine cabinet, garage shelves,
tile and many more. The best thing I learned from my parents is that
is fun and the best when you can build things, fix things and repair
things together. Many funny stories of my unsuccessful 'tries', but
lots of my successes that have kept me content. Many lessons learned. MP
My thought on this T-shirt....
I
know most women joke about this post, but I want to stand up and say what
a fine job my dear husband has done. He is so thoughtful in so many
ways, that I really don't have any reason to applaud this T-shirt. And I hope no one thinks I am pointing fingers, I am not. I just wish now I could help more as we both are getting a bit older and want to help to lighten his burden.
In this day and age, we are all busy and stressed, but even now, more than ever, and men have so little time left over; between family, work obligations, church jobs and their extended family and community. It is a wonder they don't break down. They need our help wherever and whenever we can help.
During our years, I have found time within my schedule to help with the yard, string phone lines, punch holes in the walls, change a light fixture, or to fix some house problems.... I remember many times having to have Brent put back "ALL" the pieces in the vacuum or disposal when I took it apart to "fix" it and always had extra parts left over. I remember his face when he came home from the Elk hunt to find a fine set of wooden shelving along the back of the garage. It made me happy to do this for him.
I think I was brought up differently than most girls my age. I was always encouraged to be independent, in my thinking and in my ways. I had great examples of these in my parents. My Mom helped my Dad and my Dad helped my Mom with chores.
I remember my Mom helping my Dad when he was putting a car transmission back together, finishing our basement. I remember my Dad doing the dishes and cooking "Maylagin" soup. They both worked out in the yard together, and it was never beneath either of them to help the other. Maybe it was coming from a farming and country background or just smarter times. They were great examples to me of equality of the genders. I will forever love them for that.
The idea that the house is the woman's realm and the hardware and outside is for the Man's domain.... I just don't get it. We both have hands and brains and so we can all pitch in where ever needed.
My Dad always put things away, returned things better than what he had borrowed and fixed thing quickly. Maybe knowing waiting just makes it more work and possibly cost more or maybe if you wait too long it will have to be replaced. I was taught it was better to do the same. Tools last longer, clothes the same.
I was taught and I took pride on being able to make something out of nothing and to be frugal about it. That also came from my Mom. Sewing was fun and a necessity for us. I had a great teacher in my Mom. Some of my happiest moments have been seeing what I have created being put to good use or lighting up eyes of whomever got to wear my projects.
I remember my Mom saying "Why do you always have time to fix something that you didn't do right in the first place? Maybe it is just much better to do it right the first time." I even used that thought as a topic and successful class that I taught at the User Conferences for my companies. And I did get a great amount of good feedback on that thought. Not new, but important to reiterate and bring to the fore front of business. It applies to so many areas of life. I, sadly, wish I could just do it more often.
Thoughts morphing on and beyond the topic.....
Sometimes, often, that perfectionism has caused me trouble, in not being able to get some things done fast enough for others and also to my brain. It can be a problem on how you think of yourself, not good enough, not perfect, etc. But the general ideal is surely worth some effort. It has taken me a lifetime to really figure out an evening of the scale of perfection and reality.
I know within my self it has caused me many troubled days and nights. I can handle it better now, but what really worries me is projecting it onto those I love. Creating feelings of too high of an expectancy and acceptance from me. But most of that is really only a parent trying to teach setting high goals. Reaching for the stars, as they say.
The most important people in your life are the ones you try to help, for good or unintentionally influencing negatively. Because I am NOT perfect and mostly a bigger part of me is the imperfect human who wants to be better. I have had a lifetime goal to make some difference in the world, while I am here. I hope they will understand this with a big grain of salt of understanding and forgiveness, if it has caused them any harm.
We are only imperfect humans, living in an imperfect world, striving to do and be better.
I am grateful for my parents and all of the principles they taught me. And also from Brent's family and all they have added to my life. All of our families have taught us so much goodness. I am so blessed.
P.S. It is good that no one really reads my blogs anymore, I think I put too many private thought into my blogs.
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