I wrote the following for something (probably Southern Weddings?) but never published it. At least, I don’t remember publishing it. So, I’m not really sure if you’ve already seen this one somewhere. I figured I’d go out on a limb and recycle it here today. Sorry for re-gifting you a blog post, imaginary friends. Don’t take it personally.
Once upon a time, a handsome blonde boy fell in love with an incredibly attractive and intelligent redhead, and they decided to get married.
“Let’s live happily ever after,” the redhead said dreamily, batting her eyelashes at her handsome love.
“Okay,” he agreed. “With you, life will be perfect. We will never fight, our babies will be delivered by stork and raised by fairies who will teach them how to sleep through the night and pee in a toilet, our jobs will pay us millions of dollars to sit around eating bonbons all day, and your mother will only interfere when we ask for her opinion. Life will be wonderful.”
And they lived happily ever after.
Until the first day back from their honeymoon and they got into a fight in the car on the way home from the airport about if his new authentic Hawaiian shirt was really “accidentally” left at the hotel or if she left it on purpose. She’d never appreciated his ability to pull off a bold print.
And then there was that whole nine month pregnancy thing before their first baby arrived when she pretty much complained from the time she opened her eyes in the morning until she closed them at night, occasionally throwing in an appropriately timed, “You did this to me!” when the mood was right.
Oh, and there was that whole period of time they were potty training their toddler that the handsome blonde boy seemed to go temporarily deaf in the middle of the night when the tot cried out, “Daddy! I had an accident!” And yet, his clever, redheaded wife pointed out, he still managed to hear her change the channel from ESPN to Lifetime from three rooms away.
Of course, they ended up with respective careers in public education and public theater, so the million dollar paychecks never quite made it into their bank account. And sitting around eating bonbons all day was replaced by walking around all day telling middle school boys to keep all of their body parts to themselves and insisting that all flying scenery be fire proof.
And they moved only about 30 minutes away from the mother-in-law, so it’s anyone’s guess how that whole opinions-to-herself thing is working out…
No, that fairy tale never came to pass. Very few actually do. Which is good, because if all fairy tales came true, we’d all be walking around dodging angry dwarfs, fire-breathing dragons, and ugly stepsisters.
The idea of a happily ever after in marriage has always intrigued me. Mostly, because I’ve changed my own mind about if that’s actually possible in life at least a dozen times so far. When I was a newlywed, I believed that happily ever afters really existed and that the goal of marriage was to work towards that happy ending. Later in my marriage, during those transformative years when we were transitioning from a couple to a family, I had a hard time believing in happily ever afters at all. I felt like babies were going to cry and poop on me for the rest of my life, and whoever saw a princess ride off into a sunset with poop on her dress?
But as life has settled down for us in the past year or so, I’ve changed my mind once again about happily ever afters. I do think they are possible. But who really wants one?
Did you ever stop to think about why most fairy tales end with that catch phrase? It’s because the real story, the real meat of the fairy tale, comes from the action before the ending. No one cares too much about what happens after the prince and princess ride off into the sunset. That’s no fun. Just rolling around, making out on the back of a horse that’s walking over beds of rose petals. That’d be fun for about five minutes. The real story in a fairy tale is in the struggle and the imperfection of the characters. It’s not about looking forward to the ending in a story. What makes a story worth reading is what happens before the story ends.
Marriage is one of those things that is best lived in the present tense. You can’t go forward if you’re holding on to the past, and you can’t honor the past if you refuse to move forward. This means, happiness in marriage lands you somewhere in between. And what’s in between the past and the future? The present.
Be present in your marriage. Plan for the future, yes. Remember where you’ve been, yes. But be present in the here and now. Appreciate your spouse for what they have given you today. One of the recurring complaints my husband makes about me in our marriage is that I don’t appreciate the little things he does. And he’s right. I really struggle with focusing on today in my marriage, and, instead, I point blame at things he’s done in the past or I worry about what’s to come in the future. And all the while I’m fussing over those things, the day-to-day love in our marriage passes me right by.
Last weekend, my husband had to work from 9:00am until 10:00pm from Friday through Monday. That left me home over a three-day weekend with our two kids, one toddler who is potty training and one baby who had pink eye. I knew it wasn’t his fault, but I was really irritated. But you know what? Every night Chris came home for dinner and to help me put the kids to bed and then he’d head back up to his office to keep on working. So, I had a choice. I could be mad at him for how my weekend had turned out, or I could choose to be grateful for what he was doing in that moment. I chose to be grateful and for three full hours every night, we had a really great time getting the kids fed, bathed, and put to bed together. And then, yes, he had to leave. And, yes, I was irritated to be alone again. But had I not chosen to be grateful for what he was doing in that present moment, I would have missed those fun moments splashing with him by side of the tub during bath time and I would have missed catching up with him in the kitchen while I cooked dinner and he gallantly fended off our hungry children (who were starting to resemble fire-breathing, hungry dragons by that time).
When we wait for and expect the happily ever after ending, we sometimes miss the once upon a time that’s happening today. So, be present in your marriage and appreciate the happiness that is in your relationship today. Don’t worry about the angry sea witches and the evil queens. They are there to keep you striving and growing. And sometimes it takes a fire-breathing dragon to fan the flames in a relationship. Enjoy your once upon a time, and I promise you that the happily ever after will work itself out.
Family pictures by the oh-so-talented Jenn Hopkins Photography.
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