Tuesday, March 27, 2012

To My Sister Wives



Sometimes I feel that Special Agent Oso provides enough care for my children that he could qualify as a sister wife.  I feel ridiculous even writing it, but as I watched Oso gently soothe my exhausted children on a Friday afternoon while I made dinner, I couldn’t shake the feeling. This must be what it’s like to have a sister wife, a partner to pitch in during those relatively innocuous but super tricky times of day when everyone, most of all you, is super tired and is just without the patience or wherewithal to work out how to make it all better.

I'm Jewish. And, as far as I know, there is little evidence of plural marriage and Judaism having any connection in history. That said, I can’t help but wonder sometimes – could there be something real here that I’m missing out on? Just imagine: another woman or women as the case may be who serves as a partner in all ways to help you grow, protect, and nurture your children. I mean – I guess in theory that’s what a spouse or partner might do in a monogamous relationship. But my lump of a husband has been asleep for an hour while I finished the dishes, picked up the toys, took out the garbage and tucked my four year old into bed for the fifteenth time tonight. What in G-d’s name is yours doing right now?  If you answer vacuuming, I swear I’ll cut you.

 I’ve been holding on to my secret yearning for sister wives for awhile now, admitting it only to my DVR which keeps my precious secret is at obsessively tapes all first run episodes of TLC’s so named reality show. But tonight, I finally came clean to the FB world in my admission of a phantom Disney created panda bear as my stand in sister wife. The response was strong as many of you chimed in support. And it was then that I realized that I had you with me all along.

 It’s you amazing folks out in the Facebook/Blogosphere land who listen to my scrambled complaints and ramblings day in and day out and lend your ear, your support, your compassion, and your tips to lift my spirits and encourage me as a mother. You are my sister wives! So to all of you out there – thank you! You are helping me do this insanely amazing difficult job of parenting! Now, which one of you is coming by to do my dishes?





2 comments:

  1. I found your blog as a link from handsfreemama. I've since, in one sitting - while I should be working- read every blog up until this one, nodding my head to every one. I always say I need a wife! even though I have a husband. (my husband does vacuum late at night, though, and does the dishes) But please still let me be your sister wife ;)

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  2. Wow - so surprised and grateful that you and the Hands Free Mama found my humble little blog. I would love for you to be my sister wife! And incindentally, can your vacuuming husband stop by later? Thank you for taking the time to read and for your kind words!

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