“Eve was not taken out of Adam’s head to top him, neither out of his feet to be trampled by him, but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected by him, and near his heart to be loved by him.
– Matthew Henry”
Don’t trample over us. We should be the apple of your eye. The pearl you carry in the palms of your hands. Don’t treat us like objects or beings that only give you physical pleasure. Appreciate us for our brains, not just for our company (trophy wife, anyone?). Protect our hearts and our feelings, not just your ego. Listen to our thoughts and our whispers and our emotions, not just your opinions and your persepective on life.
Deal with us gently, because we may bruise easily, and our hearts can be wounded easily. Its not that we hold grudges, its that the wounds hurt us so quickly and so deeply, that asking us to just “get over it” is really not fair.
We are not completely confusing to the male species, we’re just different. We are sensitive, we are diligent, we see the small things and the details in life. We hold on to the sunsets and the meteor showers, we love walking through the changing of the autumn leaves. Don’t make fun of us or get impatient with us because our likes and dislikes differ from yours. Spend some time understanding why we like it, even if you don’t agree or see it, spend some time with us in our moments. It means so much to us.
Be gentle with us and don’t snap and get angry with us when we misinterpret your actions. Sometimes you don’t mean it, but we may feel rejected by you, we may find you insensitive, we may feel that you’re making look silly or foolish. Don’t get defensive and offended when we try to talk it out with you. We are just trying to express our feelings and how we feel when you do certain things. We are just trying protect ourselves, in the case when you are not, and making sure our feelings get addressed. So we aren’t trampled on. We stand up for ourselves, too. But you need to understand that, and allow that.
Protect us, love us. Don’t trample all over us, don’t use us. We are precious little things, not pretty little things, but precious.