"No， not really." I explained patiently. "When I came home for the holidays my sophomore year of college， I thought I knew everything. I was on this big female independence kick. One evening， my mom and I were wrapping presents， and I told her that when I got married， my husband was going to help clean， do laundry， cook， the whole bit. Then I asked her if she ever got tired of doing the laundry and dishes. She calmly told me it did not bother her. This was difficult for me to believe. I began to give her a lecture about this being the 90s， and equality between the sexes.
"Mom listened patiently. Then after setting the ribbon aside， she looked me square in the eyes. ' Someday， dear， you will understand. '
"This only irritated me more. I didn' t understand one bit. And so I demanded more of an explanation. Mom smiled， and began to explain：
" 'In a marriage， there are some things you like to do and some things you don' t. So， together， you figure out what little things you are willing to do for each other. You share the responsibilities. I really don' t mind doing the laundry. Sure， it takes some time， but it is something I do for your dad. On the other hand， I do not like to pump gas. The smell of the fumes bothers me. And I don' t like to stand out in the freezing cold. So， your dad always puts gas in my car. Your dad grocery shops， and I cook. Your dad mows the grass， and I clean. I could go on and on. '
" 'You see，' my mother continued， ' in marriage， there is no scorecard. You do little things for each other to make the other' s life easier. If you think of it as helping the person you love， you don' t become annoyed with doing the laundry or cooking， or any task， because you' re doing it out of love. '
"Over the years， I have often reflected on what my mom said. She has a great perspective on marriage. I like how my mom and dad take care of each other. And you know what？ One day， when I' m married， I don' t want to have a scorecard either."