- Jan 5, 2019
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- Baptist
- Marital Status
- Married
I would say that the relationship between my wife and I is pretty good. We were married in a church and we attend church together and there aren't any issues with trust. However, yesterday my parents were getting onto me again about how the relationship between my wife and I is some how "flawed" biblically since she does seem to take on more if the stereotypically "masculine" responsibilities.
This particular round of criticism started yesterday when my parents' water heater sprung a leak. I went over there right away and shut the water off for my mom. The thing was close to 20 years old so it was time for a new one. So I took my mom to the home Depot and bought her a new gas water heater but they could not come out to do an install until next week. My mom fussed like she does until I agreed to do it. I looked up a youtube video and it honestly didn't seem to hard. We got back to the house and I started by draining the the rest of the water out of the old one. After it was empty, it still was way too heavy to move with just one person so I told my mom to wait until the end of the day, when my brother in law (my sister's husband) was off work and he could help move it. When he got over he was able to help me move it but we were unable to for the life of us, figure out how to get it down from the attic or how to get the new one in. And also neither of us were really sure how to sodder the pipes so close to the rafters. I called my wife to see if she knew any one or had any ideas and apparently she had done work line this before so she told us to wait for her.
While we were waiting, I started to help our nephew on his English home work, so when my wife arrived she told me that she and my brother in law can do the water heater install while I finished tutoring our nephew. It took them about 3 hours but they were able to bring down the old heater and bring up the new one. It seemed like a huge amount of work because it looked like they dismantled part of the attic ladder and rigged up a pully to hoist.
Anyways the hoisting and heaving took the two of them about 3 hours, then my wife started the soddering. One of the connections she had to make was in a very tight area between a roof joist and another support beam. So she managed to squeeze into the little crawl space but i guess she misjudged the size of the opening and got stuck. She yelled for my brother in law to pull her out but the the opening in the framing was just the right size and shape to trap her. She couldn't move forward because the opening was too narrow for her hips and she couldn't be pulled back out because her chest caught life a ratchet. We tried cutting off part of the sweat shirt she was wearing and greasing her up with vegetable oil but she was stuck so bad we had to notch the roof joist with a jig saw.
Of course my mom and dad were terrified we were going to hurt their house. After we got her out we mended the joist but that's when my parents started to complain again about how this wouldn't have happened if they "didn't have two daughters". They lectured us about how is un natural and unbiblical that my wife is the man of the house.
It is true, my wife is better than I am at things like fixing cars, installing plumbing and things like that and I am better at things like home work help, cooking and yard work but our relationship works out well. This is one of the reasons that I don't like doing things for my parents, whenever they need something like that they expect us to be at their beck and call, but then if there is a mishap, they are very quick to say that it could all have been avoided if I wasn't "allowing my wife to do a man's job". Like with this episode, the roof joist was ultimately fine and this could have happened to any one male or female but my mom harped on how only a clumsy girl would have got stuck like that and that my wife should have known that her hips were too wide to be crawling around in an article like that. Some how my brother in law and I were suppose to be ashamed that a woman knew how to sodder whereas we didn't.
My question is, is there really any biblical justification for what type of work constitutes a "man's" work or is most of this due to our toxic preconceived notions of masculinity.
This particular round of criticism started yesterday when my parents' water heater sprung a leak. I went over there right away and shut the water off for my mom. The thing was close to 20 years old so it was time for a new one. So I took my mom to the home Depot and bought her a new gas water heater but they could not come out to do an install until next week. My mom fussed like she does until I agreed to do it. I looked up a youtube video and it honestly didn't seem to hard. We got back to the house and I started by draining the the rest of the water out of the old one. After it was empty, it still was way too heavy to move with just one person so I told my mom to wait until the end of the day, when my brother in law (my sister's husband) was off work and he could help move it. When he got over he was able to help me move it but we were unable to for the life of us, figure out how to get it down from the attic or how to get the new one in. And also neither of us were really sure how to sodder the pipes so close to the rafters. I called my wife to see if she knew any one or had any ideas and apparently she had done work line this before so she told us to wait for her.
While we were waiting, I started to help our nephew on his English home work, so when my wife arrived she told me that she and my brother in law can do the water heater install while I finished tutoring our nephew. It took them about 3 hours but they were able to bring down the old heater and bring up the new one. It seemed like a huge amount of work because it looked like they dismantled part of the attic ladder and rigged up a pully to hoist.
Anyways the hoisting and heaving took the two of them about 3 hours, then my wife started the soddering. One of the connections she had to make was in a very tight area between a roof joist and another support beam. So she managed to squeeze into the little crawl space but i guess she misjudged the size of the opening and got stuck. She yelled for my brother in law to pull her out but the the opening in the framing was just the right size and shape to trap her. She couldn't move forward because the opening was too narrow for her hips and she couldn't be pulled back out because her chest caught life a ratchet. We tried cutting off part of the sweat shirt she was wearing and greasing her up with vegetable oil but she was stuck so bad we had to notch the roof joist with a jig saw.
Of course my mom and dad were terrified we were going to hurt their house. After we got her out we mended the joist but that's when my parents started to complain again about how this wouldn't have happened if they "didn't have two daughters". They lectured us about how is un natural and unbiblical that my wife is the man of the house.
It is true, my wife is better than I am at things like fixing cars, installing plumbing and things like that and I am better at things like home work help, cooking and yard work but our relationship works out well. This is one of the reasons that I don't like doing things for my parents, whenever they need something like that they expect us to be at their beck and call, but then if there is a mishap, they are very quick to say that it could all have been avoided if I wasn't "allowing my wife to do a man's job". Like with this episode, the roof joist was ultimately fine and this could have happened to any one male or female but my mom harped on how only a clumsy girl would have got stuck like that and that my wife should have known that her hips were too wide to be crawling around in an article like that. Some how my brother in law and I were suppose to be ashamed that a woman knew how to sodder whereas we didn't.
My question is, is there really any biblical justification for what type of work constitutes a "man's" work or is most of this due to our toxic preconceived notions of masculinity.