Rachel: Mom, can you fix Shari's bike? (the training wheel was askew)
Me: Nope, I can't fix the bike.
Rachel: (to my friend that was visiting) Can you fix Shari's bike?
Friend: Nope. But my dad can.
Rachel: So, girls can't fix things?
And then the fire alarms and fireworks and tornado sirens went off in my head!
Me: Yes we can! We're feminists dear! Viva la women!
Now don't get me wrong. I didn't go fix the bike. But I realized I have been giving my daughters the wrong ideas of what women are capable of.
The truth of the matter is, I usually pawn off this kind of work on Joseph. Because I can't? No, because I don't want to. But my laziness has let my daughter believe that we aren't as good as those men.
And, ladies, we all know, that just isn't true.
