Today, on my husband’s birthday, I reflect on the kind of wife I want to be for him.
I cannot think of a better example than this:
Nathaniel Hawthorne lost his job at a customhouse and went home to break the news to his wife, Sophia. Rather than the reaction he expected, she was joyous. “Now you can write your book,” she told him.
Unconvinced, Hawthorne asked her, “And what shall we live on while I am writing it?”
Sophia opened a drawer that contained a substantial amount of money and told him, “I have always known that you were a man of genius. I knew that someday you would write a masterpiece.”
She went on to explain that she had saved some of the household money each week, and had accumulated enough to last for a year. And with that, Hawthorne set to work on The Scarlet Letter, required reading for many of us in our high school English classes. And all because Sophia Hawthorne refused to let her husband be discouraged.