Last week Doug came home from work and rushed outside to mow the lawn, hoping he’d have time to finish it before our dinner guests arrived.
However, halfway through the mowing, our guests arrived, and Doug turned off the mower to greet them and come in for dinner.
He planned to finish it the next day but ran out of time.
This happened for a few days in a row.
I thought about helping him out but, honestly, I didn’t want to mow the lawn.
Here comes the whining…
I don’t like lawn mowing.
It stirs up my grass allergies.
And, I hate gnats swarming around my face.
I also didn’t want to deprive Doug of his lawn mowing pleasure.
Seriously, he takes pride in his lawn mowing skills.
Like my mother, when Doug finishes mowing, he likes to admire the yard – the perfect edges, even strips, and alternating patterns.
I’ve never been like that, probably because I’ve been spoiled with a yard mowing mother and husband.
The few times I’ve mowed, I’ve felt the pressure of pleasing two perfectionists who like their lawns mowed in certain ways – horizontal one week, diagonal the next or around the parameter first and who knows what.
Spirals, rows, contrasting stripe effects, light reflections – wonderful if you’re into that level of detail about grass.
My get-the-job-done approach doesn’t measure up to their standards.
So while I didn’t want to mow the lawn, every time I walked outside or drove up the driveway and saw the half-mowed lawn I thought,
“A nice wife would finish cutting that grass.”
I finally decided to be that wife.
As I carefully mowed, trying to follow Doug’s established east-west pattern, I realized I’d have to re-mow the part he’d already mowed because if I didn’t the grass would be different heights.
He would never be satisfied with that look.
So I mowed the entire front yard again.
As I swatted gnats and greened up my shoes, I felt proud of myself.
I knew the lawn lacked Doug’s expertly mowed appearance.
My stripes weren’t even and the grass didn’t all bend the same way, but hey, it was done, and he didn’t have to worry about doing it.
Besides, I don’t know how to make the grass bend toward or away from the light anyway.
I didn’t even know there was such a thing as “grass bend” until I looked up why people mow grass in alternating patterns in the first place.
For a moment, I gloated and thought, “Doug is so lucky I’m a nice wife.”
Oh, what a little good deed can do for a girl…
It went straight to my head, making me feel like wife of the year or something.
And the best part was when Doug got home, the first thing he said to me was, “Hey, lawn mower!”
I know, romantic, huh?
I felt a little swagger in my stroll as I walked toward him.
“Yeah, I’m feeling like a Rock Star Wife today,” I said.
“A Rock Star Wife huh? You’re always a Rock Star Wife!”
So maybe I didn’t have to mow the lawn to earn a few good wife points, but I’m glad I did because it’s good to keep investing in my marriage like that.
See, it’s not really about the lawn mowing.
In fact, he probably secretly wished I’d left it alone.
But, it’s about the marriage, the partnership and teamwork.
It’s about the “us.”
And that’s worth swatting a swarm of gnats any day.
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I loved this post! I always feel like a rock star wife when I do something for my husband. It’s even better when he seems pleased with my efforts. His mom is an amazing cook and that is just not one of my strong suits. When he comes home from work and dinner is made, he seems so appreciative, even if I have burned everything and it tastes awful. As for mowing the lawn, I did that for him once last Fall – the first time I was really able in our whole married lives – and realized how horrible our mower was on our yard that is almost all hills. I promptly told him that for my birthday (which was 2 weeks later) I wanted him to buy that ride on lawn mower he wanted. I have never seen a man so excited, it was delivered to our house within a few days! Now we fight over who gets to mow the lawn because it’s fun and only takes 30 minutes instead of 1.5 hours. Who knew that I could make him so happy with one sentence? I would have said it years ago if I had known!! I love investing in my marriage, thanks for reminding me that these little acts of service are just as important, if not more important, as the time spent out on a date.