I had a magical SAHM-y moment the other day. I was watching Sesame Street, as I do every morning, feeling all woe-is-me-nobody-understands-what-it’s-like-to-slowly-loose-myslef-to-the-vortex-of-mothering-little-ones when this segment with Paul Rudd, Abby Cadabby, Rosita, and Princess Penguin came on. (Believe me when I say I searched EVERYWHERE to find a clip of this, but my search came up with nothing). Paul Rudd played The Prince while Abby, Rosita, and Princess Penguin were The Princesses. Something would go wrong like Princess Penguin would lose roller skate, and Paul would appear with a glass slipper. Then Princess Penguin became stuck in a mailbox, and he kissed her flipper to try and rescue her. Abby and Rosita were kind annoyed because Paul just wasn’t getting it. I mean a glass slipper instead of a roller skate. I’d be miffed, too. But I really like how the Princesses all worked together to solve the problem (or as Abby refers to it at Flying Fairy School, “twinkle think”). Isn’t that sometimes how it is; women just know exactly what to do to make the situation better.
Anyway, Paul was frustrated because all his old standby tricks weren’t working. He was feeling sorry for himself and useless that he couldn’t help The Princesses. So at the end, The Princesses wanted to play football, and Paul is sad because he can’t help in the way he thinks he should help: by saving these poor damsels in distress. But they do need a fourth to play football. So they ask him to join them, he feels useful, and they all play football happily ever after. The End.
So it got me thinking; that’s how it is with most men. They want to help. They want to come to the rescue. Just because women don’t need to be rescued doesn’t mean they don’t want a man’s help. Most women want the help, but not in the form of a glass slipper. And that help looks different every day. Sometimes it looks like empting the dishwasher. Sometimes it looks like taking over with the Babes. Sometimes it looks like listening patiently while I explain how raising Babes is the most amazing yet most draining job I have ever done. Sometimes help is just being in my corner and trying to see my struggles from my point of view.
Either I am brilliant or I’ve been watching too much Sesame Street . . .
(probably too much Sesame Street)