I was pretty sure this day would come. I knew it even before my wife and I even began our careers. You see, the original plan was that I was going into the high-paying field of ministry and she was to going to go into advertising. It was pretty safe to say that she would end up being the bread winner in that situation, and I was ok with that. However things changed and I ended up taking a different path. I began my career in University Advancement as a quick fix to a jobless situation and ended up enjoying it. As new possibilities developed I quickly realized that I could end up being the one bringing home the dough and for the first year of our marriage I was. Now, we couldn’t have survived without her income, but I was making a little more than she was and I got used to it.
Well, last week my wife received a well deserved promotion and raise and it put her on top in the salary game; that is, if you don’t count the generous amount the church gives me for my part time work as youth minister, and I don’t. So, now she’s the bread winner, and I’m just a little disappointed that it’s not me. Really it shouldn’t matter because it all goes into the same place, but I had grown accustomed to the situation and perhaps even took a little pride in it. I guess it’s just the chauvinistic male coming out in me. He tends to rear his ugly head every once in a while. Give me a little time and I’ll have him back under control.
All that said, I want to make it clear that I am very proud of my wife and her achievements. She’s an inspiration and works incredibly hard at anything and everything she does. She deserves every promotion that comes her way and I hope she knows that I love and appreciate her. As for me, I’ll work on paying less attention to who earns what. After all, it’s all meaningless anyway. I already have what really matters. It’s like the popular Beatles song says “Can’t buy me love.” Truer words have yet to be spoken.