Marriage-Reflections From The Kitchen Sink
Marriage Thoughts
Been awake since 5:30 but the old body struggled to get up…literally. Had a nice text chat with my pal Cindy then did my best seal on ice impression and made my way off the bed. Now, I’m in my spot leaning against the cold granite edging of my kitchen sink, you know, having my daily moment.
My body is feeble. I poured what I had into the three days of nationals (pageant competition) knowing full well what to expect, so there are no complaints. The flower card in the pic was from Michael one of the many times I had a little struggle. I keep it to remind myself I can keep trying. Bless his heart…he acted like he won the lottery when he snagged me, and then I fell apart on him. I know I have said it often, but Michael only gave slivers of himself to people. He was very guarded. He was the epitome of the showman. If you happened to get two, three, or maybe four slivers, then you were held in the highest regards. He told me here at the sink I was the only one who knew him to the core. I was fully aware of that, but I was complimented in his admission of that fact. I got all ten pieces of the pie.
…so…you know it’s coming…the kitchen sink reflection of that whole pie knowledge…
Real marriage requires real exposure of self. Total immersion. Our little fly-by-the-seats-of-our-pants, drive-thru mentality isn’t aligned with the true commitment required for marriage; hence, many people aren’t programmed to be selfless enough and grounded enough to truly love another person. People say the traditional words in churches, on beaches, in Elvis chapels, and in courtrooms (my fave) all across the land, but have they truly thought through what the words mean? Are they really ready to surrender themselves to another person?
There were a couple times in twenty years Michael and I could’ve cashed it in. We could’ve gotten our string of tickets out of the skee ball machine, walked our different ways, and “rewarded” ourselves with some cheap items from the prize booth. A Chinese finger trap and three Tootsie Rolls perhaps. Instead, we kept working the game and saving our tickets together. We saw the big prize on the shelf, and we knew that’s what we wanted.
There were times we got the stinkin’ 10’s on the sides, but when we bowled the 10,000’s ?????, it was worth the effort for sure. However, even those 10’s added up to 100’s and 1,000’s because we were patient enough to work the process. There were times I may have wanted to hurl one of those croquetish balls right at him, but I was too competitive to lose the ball and not get the points in the game. Keep the focus on the end goal.
So what happened to the jar of tickets? The big prize was my kitchen sink chat! It took me years to realize it, but Michael’s pouring his heart out to me that day was the biggest prize of all! And it didn’t break within the first hour of playing with it!
Boy, I got a little wordy again. Sorry, not sorry.
Love. Pray. Love. Pray some more. Truly commit your heart, mind, and soul to your mate. Those of us who have and have reached the “death do you part” words in real life will tell you it is better to have loved with all you have— than to have held anything back.
Now I feel like making a trip to the arcade, but I better get this old lady hip back in line first ??
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from Teresa – This post was written by Melinda a few years ago. Sharing it with you because there are good thoughts here about what it takes to make a marriage work!
Sink Talk posts are written by Melinda Campbell. Melinda is a retired educator who currently focuses her efforts on raising her two teenaged boys, advocating for individuals with special needs and against drunk driving, and serving in her local community. New Kitchen Sink Merchandise-Click Here?
