“Why are you giving me all the girl jobs?”
Faith was paraphrasing Angelina Jolie’s character (“why do I get the girl gun?”) in one of our favorite movies, “Mr. & Mrs. Smith.” No offense intended to women, girls or planting flowers, but she wanted a bigger piece of the action. I should have known better.
To put this in context, our daughter and I were about 1/3 of the way through a fast-paced project to create a one-person-patio for my wife for Mother’s Day. We had been planning this project for weeks, but the scope had been creeping up the complexity scale. We had a three-hour window, on Mother’s Day, to get this done. Undaunted, as we often are when we get that “we could totally make that” feeling, we were making good progress, but the clock was ticking.
We had worked together to layout and dig away of the grass and topsoil. We were at the point where we could divide and conquer the remaining tasks. Those tasks included spreading paver sand, setting pavers, cutting a wire basket and welding it back together (so it could be resized to fit an antique copper pot) and planting flowers. I had bought too many flowers, so we needed to plant them in the basket and in the ground near our front step. I know how to plant flowers, after helping my father plant them every year in our yard and at the cemetery. There really shouldn’t have been any gender bias at work on this project.
Faith has been working with me on wood and metal working projects for many years. Within a few seconds of her comment, I backed away from my error and gave her the die-grinder and wheeled the welder into the center of the garage floor.
She did end up planting the flowers in the basket, after it had been resized and after she had cut and bent some brass rod into the ‘S-hooks’ necessary to hang it from the copper pot.
Ever since Faith was a small child, my wife and I have given her access to real tools, in the shop, in the kitchen and in the yard, and we have worked to teach her how to use them. My momentary lapse notwithstanding, I trust her to use every tool in my shop, and to use them safely. She and I have gone to woodworking shows, lumber yards, tool distributors and auto parts stores where she has suffered “oh, isn’t that sweet, you’re hanging out with your dad” looks and statements. We do our best to make it clear that she’s a customer, too.
This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday series.