My husband and I just celebrated our twenty-fifth
anniversary this week. It's so cliche, but I don't know where the time went.
When I was in college, I never imagined that I would marry
and have kids. I thought I'd be a super high flying career woman, traveling the
world! I never dated anyone for longer than a few months until I met my husband
when we were in our late twenties. I think it helps when you marry later; we
both had our wild times before we met.
I think about the different phases of our marriage. First
the newlywed years when we were madly in love and learning our way around each
other. We worked a lot and traveled a lot; he had never left the continental US
until our honeymoon in Hawaii and then we went to Spain and Paris before kids. I
think I threw my birth control pills in the Seine as we started to try and get
pregnant.
Then our first son, Billy arrived. I've always felt somewhat
bad for the first child as it is the one parents are going through the steepest
learning curve with. I remember the shocked look on my mom's face as she
watched us give him his first bath. We were doing it in the kitchen, with the
baby tub in the sink and for some reason, when we went to rinse the shampoo off
his bald head, we were going to stick his head under the faucet! With truly
admirable restraint, she stopped us and suggested that perhaps it might be
easier to use the wash cloth to remove the shampoo. Then there was the shared anxiety of
listening to his breathing on the monitor. Believe it or not, Billy slept
through the night within his first week! But when it happened, we were
panicked! We kept going in to check his breathing.
Then three and a half years later Bobby arrived. Just when
we were feeling like pro's, we went from the two to one defense, to man to man
coverage! Of course we thought we knew it all but everything we learned with
our first son went out the window with the second. Sleep through the night? Not
until he was six months old and I was heading back to work, did he finally
bless us with a full night's sleep! Where as Billy didn't walk until he was 13
months, Bobby took off at 9 months. They were two completely different (though
wonderful, of course) kids!
So we've spent twenty-two years in the hands-on parenting
roles. We've had great adventures with the kids, through years of Quaker
education and sports, showing them the world, as well as making time for
ourselves. But now the house is empty of children. We are no longer defined as
"Billy/Bobby's Mom or Dad". We are back to being a couple. And you
know what? We love it! It is such a relief to come out the other side of
raising kids, and realize that you still love your spouse. When the house has
gone quiet, and it is just the two of you across the kitchen table, it is a
wonderful thing when you still love talking to each other. We've known enough
people where that hasn't been the case, so we feel very fortunate.
When I look at my husband, I see my best friend (with great
benefits!). We don't share every interest, but we love being together.
Vacations are a joy together. I plan, he follows but redirects when we need a
midpoint correction. We are different in some ways: I explode, he stews; I'm the project manager, he's big picture and
better on the fly. But we have our similarities as well: we are both outgoing,
we are both fairly cautious, we are NOT outdoor adventurers. We complement each
others quirks and traits. What more can you ask for?
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