When I write a post like yesterday’s, I’m usually in the middle of regretting it as I click publish. Because I know it’s lightweight, and I know the topic deserves so much more attention. On the other hand, I hesitate to be über serious, because who wants to read Bummer Blog? Not me.
So now, I feel the need to say more. I don’t think marriage is easy. Falling in love is easy. Even having a wedding is easy, compared to actually having a marriage, and staying married. I was practically a child bride, and still, the decentralization of self process was painful, and surprising. Every day, you are choosing to defer, or to “fight for your right” (stop singing).
The MOG and I have been through a lot, considering we are still in our low 30’s. Nowhere near mid-30’s, we. And we are best friends, and we often thank God that He put us together and didn’t make us marry somebody totally lame. But still, it’s hard, sometimes. We are very different people, and we have different goals for the hour, or the day, although they’re similar for the long run.
I’m independent. I was raised to believe I could accomplish anything, and I still believe that, except maybe Olympic sports, or any sports of any kind, ever. I could accomplish almost anything. So even as a 17 year old, adding a husband to the mix was a luxury, not a need. And I fought for that independence for years, while Richy was trying to figure out how to be a man and a husband. Poor guy, married to a teenage feminist. So we battled for control, and simultaneously had a blast being lovey and making money working for a big corporation. Then we had R2 and life exploded into pain, real, deep pain and we grew up a lot.
|7/2004, 3 weeks after the twins|
A few years later I had the twins, and they died, and I was at the end of myself and learned how to lean on my husband, to let him be a man and a protector, and everything changed for the better, even in the valley of the shadow of death. Over the years, we’ve faced obstacle after obstacle, death, sick babies, my battles with feelings of depression, his emotional journeys through ministry and friendship and we’ve learned how to fight on the same side. We’re in this together.
I guess I say all that to say what I tried to say somewhat flippantly yesterday. If you get married, expect bliss. But also, expect to fight for it. Nothing easy is worth it. Who do you want to be married to? Be the other half of that.