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This morning I abruptly awoke
To the sound of a sputtering engine
Confused I lay there for a while
Trying to decipher if I was really awake
I didn’t know where the sound came from
Was it our own yard or the neighbors
I reached behind me to feel for my husband
His warm body still lay heavy in slumber
The sputtering engine indeed was in our yard
I eased out of bed and crept down the stairs
There, looking out the kitchen window
I peered to see our oldest daughter bent over the mower
She was frustrated and confused by the look on her face
I went to discuss the situation with her
My husband had been having a rough week
Already tired and worn from the work of multiple jobs
She had hoped to surprise him with a fresh cut lawn
She had somehow flooded the engine
And compacted the grass around the blades
Even though I explained none of the mowing was necessary
She was adamant that it was getting done, and only by her
For Dad
So I opted to help with things and get out of her way
All of her life, I have taught her independence
To rely on no partner for anything
Not necessarily with words, but in action
Until,
I met my husband
She had never witnessed me lean on anyone
I had been both roles at all times
Mom and dad, the woman and the man
In her eyes there was nothing
Her mom couldn’t and wouldn’t do
If I didn’t know how, I would figure it out
Until,
I met my husband
Life never asked me or us if we were tired
Or if we wanted to be soft and dainty
There was no time for feminity
Until,
I met my husband
Although I offered for myself or one of her brothers
Who could and would most definitely help
We could all at the very least take turns
She simply refused and said she wanted to do it
For Dad
So I stayed outside with her and watched
Bringing her water and making her take breaks
As she mowed each section of the yard
My once baby girl had now become my likeness
A strong-willed young woman amongst men
Until,
I met my husband
Now, we weren’t acting out of survival
This was mere love and gratitude
For her Dad
My Husband