A Grateful Wife Has Second Thoughts Ellen Goodman1 I know a woman who is a grateful wife. she has been one for years. In fact, her gratitude has been as deep and constant as her affection. And together they have traveled a long, complicated road.2 In the beginning, this young wife was grateful to find herself married to a man who let her work. That was in 1964, when even her college professor said without a hint of irony that the young wife was “lucky to be married to a man who let her work.” People talked like that then. Later, the wife looked around her at the men her classmates and friends had married and was grateful that her husband wasn't threatened, hurt, neglected, insulted- the multiple choice of the mid-'60s3 – by her job. He was proud. And her cup overran with gratitude.4 That was the way it was. In the late'60s when other younger women were having consciousness-raising5 groups, she was having babies and more gratitude. You see, she discovered that she had a Helpful Husband. Nothing in her experience had led her to expect this. Her mother was not married to one; her sister was not married to one; her brother was not one. But at 4 o'clock in the morning, when the baby cried and she was exhausted, sometimes she would nudge her husband awake (wondering only vaguely how he could sleep) and ask him to feed the boy. He would say sure. And she would say thank you. The Grateful Wife and the Helpful Husband danced this same pas de deux for a decade6. When the children were small and she was sick, he would take charge. when it was their turn to car-pool7 and she had to be at work early, he would drive. if she was coming home late, he would make dinner. All you have to do is ask, he would say with a smile. And so she asked. The woman who had minded her P's and Q's8 as a child minded her pleases and thank-yous as a wife. Would you please put the baby on the potty? Would you please stop at the store tonight for milk? Would you please pick up Joel at soccer practice? Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. It is hard to know when gratitude first began to grate on my friend. Or when she began saying please and thank you dutifully rather than genuinely. But it probably began when she was tired one day or night. In any case, during the car-time between one job and other, when she would run lists through her head, she began feeling less thankful for her moonlighting job9 as household manager. She began to realize that all the items of their shared life were stored in her exclusive computer. She began to realize that her queue was so full of minutia that she had no room for anything else. The Grateful Wife began to wonder why she should say thank you when a father took a care of his children and why she should say please when a husband take care of his house. She began to realize that being grateful meant being responsible. Being grateful meant assuming that you were in charge of children and laundry and running out of toilet paper. Being grateful meant having to ask. And ask. And ask. Her husband was not an oppressive or even thoughts man. He was helpful. But helpful doesn't have to remember vacuum-cleaner bags. And helpful doesn't keep track of early dismissal days. Helpful doesn't keep a Christmas-present list in his mind. Helpful doesn't have to know who wears what size and colors. Helpful is reminded; helpful is asked. Anything you ask. Please and thank you. The wife feels, she says, vaguely frightened to find herself angry at saying please and thank you. She wonders if she is, indeed, an ingrate. But her wondering doesn't change how she feels or what she wants. The wife would like to take just half the details that clog her mind like grit in a pore1o, and hand them over to another manager. The wife would like someone who would be grateful when she volunteered to take his turn at the market, or his week at the laundry. The truth is that after all those years when she danced her part perfectly, she wants something else. She doesn't want a helpful husband. She wants one who will share. For that, she would be truly grateful. Notes 1. About the author Born in Newton, Massachusetts in 1941, Ellen Goodman graduated summa cum laude from Radcliffe College. she was a reporter for Newsweek, a feature writer for the Detroit Free Press and a columnist for the Boston Globe before becoming a syndicated columnist for the Washington Post in 1976. she has received a Nieman Fellowship and several awards for her newspaper columns, appears occasionally on the CBS radio program Spectrum, and the NBC Today show and is the author of Close to Home and Turning Points. 2. And together they have traveled a long, complicated road. ( Paragraph 1) Both her gratitude and affection have undergone a significant change in terms of what they mean to her. 3. The multiple choice of the mid-'60s ( Paragraph3 ) Referring to feeling threatened, hurt, neglected or insulted, common responses of husbands in the 1960s to their wives having a job. 4. And her cup overran with gratitude ( Paragraph 4 ) She was more than grateful. 5. consciousness-raising (Paragraph 5 ) the process of making people understand and care more about a moral, social, or political problem with a view to encouraging them to take action. 6. danced this same pas de deux for a decade (Paragraph8) They had this same marriage pattern for a decade. In ballet, a pas de deux is a dance sequence for two dancers. 7. car-pool ( Paragraph 8) driving or being driven regularly from one place to another as a small group, with each member sharing driving responsibilities. 8. P’s and Q’s (Paragraph 10) the polite manners and behavior that somebody adopts , for example , when eager to make a good impression. 9. moonlighting job ( Paragraph 12 ) an extra job in addition to a main job, especially without the knowledge of the government tax department. Here, it refers to homemaking. 10. The wife would like to take just half the details that clog her mind like grit in a pore ( Paragraph 19) The wife would like to cast off just half of the things that currently weigh down her thoughts.