Mid-Michigan Realtor® - A glimpse at my life.

In the Parable of the Talents found in Matthew 25:14–30, Jesus tells of a master who entrusted his servants with different amounts of money before going on a journey. To one he gave five talents, to another two, and to another one, each according to his ability. When the master returned, he did not judge them by comparison to one another, but by what they did with what they were given. That parable has taken on a deeper meaning for Dellaina and me as we reflect on our journey to childbirth. When we were married in July of 1993, we believed we would immediately begin building a family together. Instead, we were handed something different, infertility, uncertainty, and years of waiting. At the time, it did not feel like a gift. It felt like loss. Month after month, doctor visit after doctor visit, we wondered why something so natural for others seemed impossible for us. We tried everything within our means, basal body temperature tracking, medications like Clomid and Provera, surgeries...

 For 32 years, my wife Dellaina and I have been married, and I can honestly say we’ve been blessed. For most of our marriage, I worked while Dellaina stayed home with our children. She devoted herself to being a wife, a mother, and a homemaker. I took pride in providing for our family. To us, that was the ideal marriage. Not because it matched someone else’s expectations, but because it worked for us. Dellaina has always been incredible in her role. She created a home filled with love, stability, and warmth. Managing a household and raising children is no small task. It requires patience, sacrifice, and consistency. I never viewed what she did as “less than” simply because it didn’t come with a paycheck. And I truly enjoyed carrying the responsibility of providing. That was our partnership. Lately, though, I’ve noticed something that troubles me. I hear couples talking, and I see posts on TikTok, X, YouTube, and Facebook where spouses publicly complain about their “lazy” husband ...