Dear little beautiful, ungrateful kid who I love with every fiber of my being,
You want to know why I’ll do your daddy’s laundry and not yours? It’s simple.
Your daddy works a full-time job to pay our bills and buy the things we want.He takes care of our network issues so you can browse facebook from any device in any room of our house.He keeps us all up late at night reading us good literature.
He does our taxes.
He cooks you breakfast any time you ask. He makes the bed every morning. He fixes broken water heaters and furnaces and washers. He always knows what to do when one of you kids is hurt.
One day soon, he’ll teach you to drive.
He loves people and they know it. Because of him, you and I have a good reputation before we even open our mouths.
He works a crazy job that could easily consume him. It would be so easy for him to push his family to the side and spend these years focused on his job. But even on the busiest days, he makes his family a priority. Sometimes you think he works you to death – but he also always has time to laugh with you.
He’s the only person in this house who will drop everything to help someone find something.
I’ve always had this dream of what my children might become. Because of your daddy’s influence in your lives, that dream is actually coming true. You’re awesome kids – even better than I’d hoped. You’d be kind of a mess if it was left to me.
He’s patient. He’s kind. He understands higher-level math. He never compromises on the important things and he’s teaching that to all of you kids.He’s never grouchy. You can always trust what he says.
He takes care of our animals – even when it means going out alone in the dark or in bad weather. He does awesomely big things for you – like building you a secret Lego room in the attic.
And it goes deeper than all that. God made your daddy and me very different. He’s better with people. I’m better with household chores. I take care of your daddy so he can take care of other people. It’s part of how I love other people. That may sound convoluted and weird now, but it’ll make sense someday.
Plus, he already knows how to do laundry and doesn’t need the practice. I’m not sure I can say the same for you. And that’s why I’ll do your daddy’s laundry and not yours.
ps – You know those times that I randomly do your laundry for you? That’s my favorite. It’s another way for me to say “I love you.” I wouldn’t have that if you weren’t responsible for your own laundry.