wife

A wife. Being a good wife.  A good mother. It takes work.
It has to be a two way street. It takes a good husband to make a good wife. Or is this true? I am a good person, a loyal wife.
I have grown up some. So I am a better wife now than I was. I have a good husband.He is my rock. I could not ask for more. He is not demonstrative in ways I wish he were, but I know how he feels about me.I should work harder to be a better wife. I am quite strong willed about things independently.So is he. We are a great match, but I could be better.I could be more careful how I spend money, he never complains. I could cook more and diet to my self.He never complains. I could be a better mother to our children. Spend more time reading with them and playing with them. They always complain,ha ha no they don't they are great kids.I like the idea of being a good wife. There is something special and immortal  about being a wife and a mother.A mother can do so much damage to a child  even when trying to do well.I watch movies from time to time and I see people put the baby in some distant room from their own crying and screaming against ever instinct they have and it gives me cold shivers. Get the bottle ready right away, no breast, no kangarooing as they call it. I watched a man in the restaurant the other day with his wife beside him and was convinced he hated his child. His rage was tangible. Clenched teeth and hissing spit he told the child not to move, about a four year old boy with two boys on either side of him. People see children as things to be molded to conform to what they think is right and wrong, good and bad.Not as baby's who have only instincts and energy. Some thing to be disciplined in to shape. And every lousy parent out there is the one who screams the loudest  about how you should be raising your kid. Raised in fear with tons of rules to rebel against when they get to be just a little older.My sin is spoiling my kids. And its a bad one. I buy them way to much crap.I need to work on myself there, I suppose it's my own guilt for not spending enough time with them.