Dave means many things to me, but if I had to pick the one
that I most value, it’s probably that he’s my best friend. I can connect better
with him, talk about more with him, and be understood better by him than by
anyone else. It’s ironic, then, that I think this is a season of life where
it’s hard to communicate, both because of the kids, and because our worlds are
increasingly different with my staying more at home. When we first met, we
orbited in the same world, sometimes working in the same hospital. We both took
care of Ellie the same amount.
In the last five years our paths have increasingly diverged:
Dave’s advanced more and more in his career, with increasing recognition and
responsibility and travel, and gone back for more schooling. I have worked
increasingly less and been more and more at home. He thinks about work projects
and dissertations; I think about the kids, their schooling, meals, and the
house. Sometimes it can feel like we’re in different orbits, crossing only when
we have to run the logistics of life together. We’ve gotten really effective at
functioning together as caregivers, but it’s sometimes not as natural to
connect about deeper thoughts and emotions. It’s easy to see Dave as
childcare-relief, or errand-runner, but harder to see the real Dave, Dave for
who he is, not for what we have to do in life together.
I can see why divorce rates are high twenty years in, after
the kids leave for college and you realize you don’t have much in common
anymore. I think it’s a real testimony to align more strongly together during
these childrearing years—I think we have that, but it takes more mindfulness
than it used to. I have to care about the details of his day and world, and have
grace with including him in mine as much as he can, so that we can think
together for each other. We have to schedule time to connect—regular
date-nights, reading through a book together, praying together, going to small
group together—and regularly ask questions like, what has God been showing you lately? what’s been on your mind? The
Dave of today, after all, is not the same as the Dave of yesterday, last week,
or last year, and I don’t want to miss out. If I grow closer to anyone these
days, I want it to be him.
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