“Wait for Daddy,” my daughter cautions. “No, we don’t need to wait girlfriend. We can fix it just as well as Daddy can.” We are sitting in the middle of our living room, the vacuum upside down, parts surrounding us, watching a tutorial video on my iPhone and following along so we can repair our broken vacuum.
Those who know me from long ago know that about ten years ago, a salesman convinced me that I could install a new toilet myself. Long story short (and a broken bowl and minor flood later), I did it. I have recently laid a new bathroom floor and singlehandedly packed up most of our house in a week to stage our home for selling. So I have been feeling capable.
My daughter and I had to buy a new vacuum yesterday because ours suddenly stopped sucking. I put the “old” one in the garage and she asked me what we were going to do with it. Usually I just want those kind of things to be gone; out of sight, out of mind. However, the thought of it sitting in a landfill forever really bothered me. My daughter said maybe we could give it to someone who could fix it and that got me thinking. We found a YouTube video on Dyson repair and followed the steps, taking it apart until we found the clog (a few stickers and a wooden piece of window blind cord).
I love that she sees me being resourceful, that she likes tools, that she likes to help me. I am so proud that I am showing her what we women are capable of.