It wasn’t an easy decision for us. Not because I didn’t want to be a man who survived on his wife’s earnings. But because of the society and my mother who thought the word ‘househusband’ is a derogatory term and no man should stoop so low to become one. But that’s just how our society is. When my wife got her dream job in a city where it was difficult for me to find a job (I was a crisis management expert and there were only a handful of companies with my job profile), I assured her that I would be with her and support her whenever or however she needed me.
Once my wife and I decided to relocate to the new city, I informed my mother about our decision. She was almost hysterical and warned me that no marriage can survive where the husband sits at home while the wife works to earn money. I could totally understand her apprehension because she grew up at an age where men and women were never considered equal. I knew she would need some time to accept this change and despite our disagreements, I went forward and joined my wife in the new city.
I would be lying if I said that everything was rosy since the beginning. No, it wasn’t. While my wife left for her workplace every morning, I missed my old lifestyle. I tried busying myself supervising the helpers to run the household and even joined a gym and a local club. But the initial days weren’t easy. Whenever my new friends at the gym asked me about my job, I was met with raised eyebrows when I replied that I was a househusband or a homemaker.
I would be lying if I said that everything was rosy since the beginning. No, it wasn’t. While my wife left for her workplace every morning, I missed my old lifestyle. I tried busying myself supervising the helpers to run the household and even joined a gym and a local club. But the initial days weren’t easy. Whenever my new friends at the gym asked me about my job, I was met with raised eyebrows when I replied that I was a househusband or a homemaker.
After two years, we had our first child. It was the best moment of our life. When my wife’s six-month maternity leave ended, she could return to her workplace without feeling guilty of leaving our child behind at home. I was there taking care of the little one’s needs, supervising the nanny, making sure the vaccinations were done on time, capturing the baby’s first step and many more. I enjoyed being a father and cherished every moment of it.
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