This is the February installment of the Who I Am Project, which prompted participants to describe people who we love and who love us. For more on the Who I Am Project, visit Dana at Kissmylist.com.
In my marriage, two roles play out. One of us is confident, logical, unflappable. The other is creative, sensitive, and most definitely flappable.
Guess which one I am?
In the past 26 years I’ve known my husband, I’ve seen him lose it on exactly three occasions.
- The wallpaper incident. It was the “BC” era (before children) of marriage, the med school years. We were living in and renovating an older townhouse in Richmond. Once, when we were hanging wallpaper in the front room of the townhouse, all of the cutting, soaking, folding, and hanging sent him over the edge. Maybe it was the glue.
- The first night home with the first-born. Hubby took over baby duty that night so I could get a much-needed nap. Sometime around 2:30 am, he appeared bedside, holding out a screaming bundle of flailing limbs. “I can’t do this anymore.” Literally.
- The devastating news. When husband got word that a beloved partner and mentor in his medical practice had been diagnosed with cancer, he had to leave the room, requesting time to himself.
On the flip side, Mr. Wonderful has seen me seriously lose it at least three times EVERY YEAR. During med school, my breakdowns usually came the night before his big exams. (Sorry honey!)
A Meghan Trainor lyric comes to mind…
You’ve gotta know how to treat me like a lady, even when I’m acting crazy, tell me everything’s all right.
God has given me many blessings in this life, but my husband is truly His greatest gift. Mr. Wonderful doesn’t give me flowers (any more), nor does he buy fancy gifts. But he did sit through all the Twilight movies with me, and he has a knack for diffusing tense situations with his wit. His greatest “love language” is his ability to share words of affirmation and support.
- When I, the English major, decided to quit teaching and pursue PT school, even though my job was our only source of income during his medical training, he supported me.
- When I, the English major, had to take five science and math classes to apply to PT school, he demonstrated outstanding patience and ability to tutor, especially when I crammed a year’s worth of physics into a nine week summer course. We endured well over the annual quota of breakdowns during that challenge.
- When I spent my mother’s last night on this earth next to her bed, holding her hand, he sat beside me and rubbed my back. All night.
- When I shared that I wanted to write a book and start a blog, he totally backed me up, even though he hates writing.
Spending this many years under Mr. Wonderful’s calm influence has made me into a better person. I’m less reactive. I pause and try to communicate instead of immediately switching to “freak out status”. Of course, sleep deprivation and the behavior of children still hold sway…
I’d like to think I’ve rubbed off on him a bit. Maybe, under my influence, he’s more sensitive and introspective. But, that’s his story to tell, not mine. 😉
How has a relationship in your life made you a better person?
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