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A Wife's Super Bowl Resolution; I WILL Bless My Husband by Not Just Watching It With Him, but Enjoying the Experience
It is possible to break the shackles of ingrained routines to bond with, and bless our husbands in such simple ways. Life is short, after all; seize the moment.
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[/FONT]Super Bowl Sunday will find me, as always, racing home from church to perform the standard services for my foot-ball loving husband; hosting a party replete with pizza and/or barbecued chicken wings, sugar-laden drinks and snacks, and any number of other various artery clogging chips and dips.
There was a time, long ago, when watching football with my husband was actually fun. But, since the Bronco's won their last Super Bowl game in 1999 I have had little interest in football. One must, I reason, either live in close proximity to a professional team or hail from a locale that supports one; the more rabidly loyal, the better. Like Green Bay, or Chicago, or Denver. I fail on both counts, having grown up in Iowa and then moved, after a three-year stint in Colorado, to the primeval backwoods of Oregon.
I think—I know—my husband misses my enthusiasm. I could say I've tried to at least appear interested in football, but I haven't. Over the course of the last 20 years, I have found other distractions far preferable. I'm not a shopper, not one to spend a Sunday at the mall, but give me a book, a newspaper, a computer screen, anything but a chair in front of the television set where I have to sit watching two testosterone-driven teams throw a football back-and-forth for three hours.
For some reason, I was recently reminded of a conversation about the differences between men and women that I had several years ago with my now-deceased mother. Like me, she had little interest in football, even though my father—who also loved boxing—was an avid fan.
"All your father does is watch football," my mother said, half-jokingly.
I remembered watching boxing matches and football games with my father when I was young, and a wave of nostalgia washed over me. In retrospect, they were bonding times between my father and I, whether he was aware of it or not.
"True," I replied. "And I can relate myself, Mom, but how hard is it to sit down and watch a football game once in awhile with our husbands? I mean, it's such a small sacrifice to take the time to share in the experience with them."
Which brings me to Super Bowl Sunday this year and the resolution I've made to take my own advice and actually sit down and watch the game. Not just watch it with my computer screen in front of me, glancing up whenever my husband hollers, or with my nose buried in a book. But actually try to engage in the game and share in my husbands excitement.
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[/FONT]I'm not expecting tit-for-tat mind you, but dare I hope my husband might bless me in return by spending a weekend watching chick-flicks with me? LOL.