viewed such support as a weakness but as a gift. There was no
reason for me to be alone in this pursuit.
For a season of about four years, we met together
regularly. But as always, life transitions and our needs change.
We only meet once in a great while these days, but each time
we cross paths, we experience a safe and grace filled bond with
one another. I have much gratitude for these women who
encouraged me to become a better mom. We learned many
new skills together. I carried these new ideas into our home,
and my husband began to see positive results within our
changing family dynamic. Gratefully, I was not walking this
journey alone. I had a partner.
When our family began to fall apart in obvious ways,
there was an invitation for my husband Mark and me to engage
in conversation around our marriage roles and how we could
each adapt to meet the needs of our family. My “I can handle
it all” belief around being mom and home manager played a
large part in a stark division of labor within our home. I pretty
much handled all matters at home, and Mark took care of work
and financial provision. Though his work was demanding, he
did spend a good deal of his free time interacting with our
children. He always had more energy and patience with play
activity, and he pulled his weight when there were mini crises
along the parenting way. But the day-to-day myriad of details
and tasks involving children and home mostly fell to me.
Sometimes when he pitched in on the mundane day-to-day
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