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Both Sides of the Coin

I think I've gained a new appreciation for the "breadwinning" role of the family structure. As a stay-at-home mom, I didn't quite understand the "other side." Now that I'm the one working to take care of my widowed mother and three children, I've gained valuable insight and a better appreciation for both roles. It's not easy being the homemaker or the provider. Both roles are so valuable.

Husbands, make sure you thank your wives for the dinners, the laundry, and the children (who are still alive at the end of the day and relatively clean). Make sure you help out when you're home. I know it's the last thing you want to do, but your wife appreciates it when you wash the dishes or help get the kids ready for bed. (Hint: if you want to enhance your sex life, go clean the bathrooms or dust. Extra brownie points if you offer to cook dinner. Trust me, guys.) Plan a date night. Give her a night off, even if it's just her taking a bubble bath with a glass of wine while you put the kids to bed. Make sure she feels loved and appreciated. Don't ever take your woman for granted.

Wives, make sure your husbands know how much you appreciate their hard work. They're exhausted mentally and physically when they get home. Sometimes it's an effort to do anything beyond sitting on the couch. I know you're exhausted from the kids and you'd really like some help, dang it. Been there, girls. You don't feel sexy with boogers on your shirt and you haven't showered in two days even though you're covered in baby vomit. All you want is a bubble bath and some freaking peace and quiet. Make an effort once in a while if you can to make your hubby feel extra appreciated. (Yes, you heard me. You know exactly what I'm talking about.) Don't nag. Prayer and kind communication work much better.

Both of you need to make sure your spouse feels appreciated and loved. You'll have to take turns serving each other, even when you're beyond exhausted. It's not easy, but it's worth it. Trust me.

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