I'd like to think I'm a strong, independent woman. I have liberal ideas and I take pride in making choices that women before me weren't allowed to make. I am so thankful that I live in an era where a woman can choose her path in life. I'd like to raise my girls to be strong independent women. And I'd like my son to be a respectful young man that sees his peers as his equal....male or female.
I don't think Drew got the memo.
Today when I got home from my run, Drew and Julianna were "helping" Tom work in the garage (read: playing play dough). When I went in the house to grab my breakfast, Drew turned to Tom and said, "You and me? We're workers. Mom just cleans up after us." Tom was shocked and replied, "Nooo! Mom's a worker, too!" Drew looked skeptical...."Are you sure? Really?" "Oh yeah, Mommy is a hard worker!"
There have been many instances recently that Drew has commented on such matters. He told us today that I couldn't help Tom carry a heavy object because I wasn't strong. Tom tried to argue that my strong muscles were the very reason he was asking for my help. Drew argued that there was no way that Mommy's muscles were stronger than Daddy's...and no amount of arguing with the boy could convince him.
I'm hoping such notions are a phase. I'm hoping he's just at a stage where he thinks his dad is super cool. I'm really hoping that I am not setting the example that moms, wives and women are nothing but there to "clean up after you." I hope I am more to him than a lowly maid and ass-wiper. Surely he sees that his mother works hard....oh...wait....I didn't notice what my mother did until I had to do it all myself. Maybe it's time to give this boy a few more chores.
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