She Owns It by Power & Grace

When I was growing up, I always saw my mother serving my dad dinner, serving him water after dinner when he was watching the news….she laid his clothes out every morning. They were laid across the bed in this exact manner, his shoes were placed at the edge of the bed, so all he had to do was slip his feet into them after his socks were on. My dad wore a suit to work every day, so he wore a tie, socks to match his suit, and shirts that he had to wear cuff links with…his socks could never be folded into each other because that would stretch them out…according to him. All of his socks were color-coordinated in his top drawer. Everything had to be precise. I’m not sure exactly how she knew what to lay out for him…I guess he probably told her the night before. I never remember him telling her “thank you.” My mother was a great cook, and he did always tell her how delicious dinner was. He never helped to clear the table or do the dishes or help with the laundry or cleaning the house. I don’t exactly remember how old I was, but I know it was before I was in the third grade and I had never known anything other than mom served dad; however, even at such a young age, I told myself that I would never act like a servant to any man. I guess that was my first inkling that I was going to be an empowered woman.

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