When a couple joins their lives
together in marriage, there are bound to be some compromises. Who likes to sleep on what side of the
bed? Crest or Colgate? Mayo or Miracle Whip? And lord save you if you find yourselves on different
ends of the political spectrum. But,
eventually, you find yourselves and the little nuances of personalities and
quirks right themselves and it’s just a part of your every day lives.
But, in doing so, in compromising
for another person, you can lose a bit of yourself. You can sometimes forget that there were things
that you loved before you were fifty percent of a “we”. You can forget that there were preferences
and favorites that had to be pushed aside in the name of practicality. Heck, in the name of peace. Still, every once in a while, something will
peek out at you-a reminder that you’re still in there.
I overheard a mom at the pool the
other day talking about how she has to buy two jars of peanut butter-crunchy
and creamy because each of her kids like a different kind.
“Ewwww, my son piped up. What’s crunchy peanut butter?”
Somewhere something in me woke up.
What do you mean, ewwww? Have you ever even tried it? (Knowing he hadn’t because his daddy hates it
so it hadn’t been purchased in all the years of our marriage--One of those
fore-mentioned compromises that you forget about until suddenly you can’t).
Well, friends. That day I knew. The next time I went to the grocery store I
was going to purchase two jars of peanut butter. Because just like that other mom, if my kids
liked different kinds, it would be a no-brainer. But, somehow because it was ME that liked
crunchy peanut butter, it didn’t matter.
Why do we do that to ourselves?
Am I seriously under the delusion that I’m not worth a JAR OF PEANUT
BUTTER? (Yes, I’m yelling. It’s *that* serious, haha).
