First up, thank y’all so much for all your suggestions from yesterday’s “Supper Slump” post. You have armed me with a brand new arsenal of weekly meals. I feel like the Rambo of homemaking.
I even have an outfit for that:
So, the honest-to-goodness truth is that my husband and I rarely fight. Better than that, we really like being around each other. A lot. Sometimes, I take that for granted, but then I hear about so many other folks who are struggling to like, much less love (or is it the other way around that’s harder?), their husbands, and I remember just how blessed I am.
I don’t say this to brag. Believe me when I say we are both very, very human, which means we struggle with selfishness, pride, defensiveness, crankiness, laziness, and on and on.
But, in a way, I kind of feel like I’m cheating by having a husband I like so much. Because we agree on almost everything. Big things, like theology and child-rearing. And even itsy-bitsy trivial things like movies and toothpaste brands. And it’s not because one of us has brainwashed the other. Or even because we have the same personality (we do, and we don’t). I am still surprised by how similar of a conclusion we will each reach on our own after listening to a sermon or even eating a new version of a dish we both like.
See? I’m totally cheating. But I’m not complaining!
Until I am. Because, despite the fact that I am married (in my humble opinion) to the smartest, kindest, sexiest, funniest, most godly man on the planet, I DO complain. And criticize. And clam up and freeze him out.
What’s up with that?
In fact, just last night, even though I was already planning on writing this post, I caused a fight for no good reason, simply because I felt threatened by a (legitimate) suggestion he made and was too tired to deal with the reality of needing to follow through on it, since it had the potential to add a few potholes to my daily road of motherhood (my system is working pretty well these days, and the road has been relatively bump-free, so you can imagine that the comfort-loving part of me did a great big “Say WHAT???!” at the prospect of changing anything).
Don’t get me wrong. My husband’s not perfect, but, as I’ve mentioned several times before, he is perfect for me, which is really the only thing that counts.
Here’s the deal, though: more often than not, I “forget” (i.e. don’t bother to take the time) to tell him all this. As much as we both know how simpatico we are together, neither one of us is fantastic about verbalizing our approval to each other.
But let me tell you what: when I do get a compliment from him—like the other day when he told me that I did a great job with our Sunday School group of 16 kids, ages 3-6 (totally not my forte, which is a hilarious thing to say considering the current demographic of my own children)—I cherish it. I seriously grinned at least 6 times during the day when I remembered that the person I love most on this planet thinks that I am a good teacher and classroom manager (other people have told me the same thing, but it’s never made me that happy).
Sappy much? Maybe.
But I’d rather be accused of being too sappy where my husband is concerned, especially if the alternative is too reserved.
Which is why I decided to do the 30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge. Again.
This will be my third time to take the challenge. I even wrote about it once already when I was a brand-new blogger, but that was nearly two years ago (whoa…not sure how that’s even possible). And I had fewer children then, which means fewer distractions (ridiculously cute TWIN distractions, no less), and I really feel like I’ve gotten pretty lax in the encouragement department.
And 1 Thessalonians 5:11 tells us to encourage and build each other up. Which means I’m not obeying my Bible if I don’t.
So, here’s the deal: starting tomorrow—May 1, 2013—I will be spending the next 30 days encouraging my husband via words of affirmation and gestures of appreciation., which should segue quite nicely into our 8th wedding anniversary on June 2nd.
I can’t criticize. I can’t be negative. But I can be as schmoopy as I darn well please (something which does not come naturally to me). Heck, maybe I’ll even start calling him “Snookums.”
Or buy him a superhero snuggie:
Anyhoo, if you want the full skinny, then click on over to the challenge to read all the details (there’s even a day-by-day breakdown of specific areas to praise and encourage).
And once you’ve done that, come back here and let me know if you’re IN!
Seriously, y’all, this will be so much easier to do knowing that I have other awesome women who are doing it with me and counting on me to stay the course, even when I’m grumpy and exhausted and tempted to focus on the jeans crumpled at the end of the bed instead of the diaper he just changed.
And since accountability is HUGE, I’ve decided to post a pic to Instagram (which also links to our Facebook and Twitter feeds) that in some way relates to that day’s challenge each and every night. So, feel free to follow along with any of those to keep up with my progress.
So, wanna join in? Pretty please?
If you’re up for it, leave a comment letting me know! You can post as Anonymous, but be sure to sign your first name because I will add you to my 30-Day Encouragement prayer list and pray for each of you by name every morning.Like what you read? Like M is for Mama on facebook (pretty please?):