(Linking up with Amberly from A Prioritized Marriage on this one. Button at the bottom!)
I wrote out quite a few resolutions for 2015, I always do. For me, resolutions aren’t concrete. They’re more like a conversation I start with myself and continue throughout the year. They’re fluid. I pick a couple areas in my life I can improve on and then approach changing them from many different angles until I find what works (or doesn’t).
One thing I didn’t resolve to work on was (and I hate to say it) my marriage.
Yikes.
It’s not that there aren’t things I could work on. I mean, I’m human. Of course there’s room for improvement. And it’s not that I haven’t thought about those things. I asked my Mom to send me her copy of The Love Dare last month for that very reason. But somehow, when writing my resolutions for 2015, my relationship with D just didn’t make the cut.
And that, ladies and gents, is just plain sad.
This year, it’s going to be even more important than it ever has been to make my marriage a priority. We’re facing the reality of deployments and patrols for the first time while also juggling our newest family member, my current (and seemingly chronic) unemployment, and life in a new country. It’s going to be so easy to let us slip onto the back burner while we practice balancing D’s career and our family life. I really don’t want that. I don’t want our only accomplishment of 2016 to be that we survived it. I want us to grow together as husband and wife; to learn each other deeper and more intimately than we have so far.
I might not catch this link up every month (let’s be real here, I’m not great with consistency) but I’m going to make an effort to start each month with a goal for our relationship. Depending on what it is, I might share it with D, but I think most of them will be private challenges I set for myself. I want to be intentional with this relationship. I want D to see that I value him by the time that I put into making this marriage the best that it can be for both of us.
This month’s goal:
Raise my voice less.
I never, ever wanted to be the wife that yelled. But too often, I am. If we’re running late or I’m tired or MJ is doing his banshee imitation, I can easily lose my cool and find myself yelling at the person who means the most to me. D and I had a pretty rough argument last week. The details don’t need repeating simply because it was a stupid argument. It started with something small and then, thanks to neither of us fighting fair, turned into a ping pong match of “you never” and “you always.” We walked away and gave each other space to cool off before coming back to it, and I found myself flipping through photos on my Facebook of us when we were dating. I thought back to the first year of our relationship when we always gave each other the benefit of the doubt and extended grace quickly and freely. We were kind.
Yeah, I know, it’s pointless to compare a marriage to the honeymoon-like bliss of that first year of a relationship, but it did get me thinking. What made us stop being kind to one another? Did getting to know D better make me feel comfortable with treating him with less respect? Did sharing a home and raising a child with him give me the right to be… well, mean?
The answer to that is a quick and heavy no.
My husband is still the man that I fell in love with. His hands are the same hands that caught mine when I tripped at the river on our very first date. His smile is the same one that melted my heart when he took me back to that spot and asked me to marry him. He is no less deserving of my kindness, grace, and respect than he was when we were new to each other and giving him those things was easier.
So, I’m going to work on it. I don’t want to be a wife or mother that feels she has to yell to get her point across. That’s letting my emotions control my actions when it should be the other way around. Yelling never gets us anywhere. It puts D on the defensive and makes me feel like a royal boob, so that needs to be the first thing to go.
January is just about half way over, but this is a goal I’m going to build on for the rest of the year. When February comes and I commit to a new goal, my resolution to speak at a more… pleasant volume will carry over like the roll over minutes I never had.
I’m sure this is going to be hard, but good things usually are.
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