As I stood at the kitchen sink this past week, thoughts rolled through my head. Thoughts I wanted to record. Not just for me, but for my husband and my family. My future children. I haven't been really diligent in keeping a journal, but I want to start now. I need a place to explore my emotions, experiences and perspectives. There are so many things I'm not able to articulate in person but writing is another story. Literally.
My first anniversary came and went relatively unnoticed and way too quickly. I did happen to write down some musings that I intended to share and now take that chance.
2 Things I learned in my first year of marriage:
1. Sometimes you can be too selfless.
Before you get all defensive and say that nothing can go wrong if you are selfless (like a sister in my relief society tried to argue), let me explain. I think that loving someone more than yourself, to the point that you desire their happiness more than your own, to the point that you suppress your own desires, can be harmful. It certainly doesn't encourage openness and complete honesty. If you say that no fight will erupt from selflessness, you're wrong because I've been stuck in this battle on numerous occasions. Here's the scene: Dakota knows I love dancing. One night, I suggest it, he agrees and we go. He knows I want to go, so he doesn't admit he's actually not feeling too good. He's tired, but I have energy. Problem with most things married couples try to do is that activities take two engaged participants. This is especially true of dancing. Not even half an hour into the evening, I can tell he doesn't feel too good. Probably because he's not really dancing with me. I love him and want him to be happy, so i suggest we leave. He loves me and wants me to be happy so he insists we stay so i can dance. This goes on for a good while, increasing all frustration levels. He gets mad because I'm not dancing and he wants to sacrifice for me. I'm mad because hes not willing to leave, plus, I don't want to stay anyway if he's not going to be fun to dance with and he won't understand that. Eventually the drive home is tense and irritated. But we were both being selfless and wouldn't allow the other to be selfless. Filter aside, and after excruciating silence in the car, I bellowed out that we need to just take turns being the selfish one so that we can actually accomplish something and at least one of us can have fun instead of us both being miserable. Its not just with dancing that this happens, it also become a theme when dinner time rolls around. (and we're both hangry by that time too anyway). So basically, being completely selfless doesn't eliminate chance for arguments and disagreements, but frankly, I would rather be in a silly argument over who gets to serve whom than an argument that is actually negative. I love and hate the story of The Gift of The Magi, mostly because i live its ridiculousness and beauty regularly. I'm grateful for a husband who is so loving and sacrificial that he will hide his selfish desires to make me happy. He truly gives everything to me and never expects anything in return. I don't know what I did to actually deserve his love and constant sacrifices for my happiness.
2. Two people can make a lot of dirty dishes.
