I wanted to be a Mrs. Noah.
As many times as we have heard the story of Noah and the ark, everyone forgets to mention Noah’s wife. And yet I know of No Man who could take on a project of that size, that length of time commitment, that amount of ridicule and hopelessness without someone there to support him, back him up, and just be there at the end of a long day. Men just are not designed to handle all of that alone (neither are women for that matter). Guaranteed it may not always be a spouse filling that role . . .
Anyway, I’ve never been much for being in the lime light (ask my mom). I enjoyed the ‘behind the scenes’ work like the planning, organizing, encouraging, and sometimes even the clean up. I enjoyed my role as wife. There I could be an encourager, a sounding board, a giver of advice, a planner, organizer, trainer of the kids, project assistor, etc . . all kinds of things that made Dan look good. I liked doing things for him that would make others look at him with envy and made him look like the wonderful father and husband that he was. I wanted him to make those inventions of his a reality. I wanted to help him make that green box fly. I wanted others to see what a great Daddy he was.
I’m not trying to brag, just trying to point out how much I loved that role; how much I enjoyed standing quietly beside my man . . shining the light on him and watching him light up the stage. I enjoyed the challenge of pushing him forward when he needed the encouragement, giving him the eye (tactfully) to let him know it was time to shut up, and working together to make our household run efficiently and smoothly. When he shone, so did I.
I wanted that WITH him . . . this is a role reversal I never even desired. . .