Learning to Love, Part 6, an encore post from 2014:
Visionaries and tacticians make powerful teams. Someone must imagine the plan, envision the dream, and speak it into being. Then the other must organize the troops, draw up the plans, oversee the laborers, and carry it out. These are my parents in 1967. My father is a visionary, my mother a tactician.
My father had visions of moving away from their small town to finish college. He wanted to be a college librarian and my mother a teacher. It was his dream that they would work on the same schedule as the schools my little sister and I attended. One day they would own a colonial home, and surely they could build their own cabin in the mountains for those long school holidays.
These were the dreams he pursued. My mother made them happen.
Working alongside him, she scrimped, saved, encouraged, uplifted, scrounged, organized, delegated, and planned. And it was so. They have been a powerful team for over fifty-six years. They’re almost symbiotic, even more so now that my dad is eighty. Very rarely have I seen anyone accomplish as a team all my parents have. When there is mutual love and cooperation, much can be accomplished. But, not only do opposites attract and complement each other, they also have the potential to destroy one another.
My practical mother could have misunderstood my father’s dreams. She could have only been able to envision the provincial small-town life she had growing up. Why not stay there and farm the family acreage? Why not take over the family business? Why change?
As a young wife, she yearned for the sameness of life near her family. She didn’t see the big picture yet. She stumbled toward fitting the puzzle pieces of their very different minds together.
My visionary father could have balked at my mother’s tactics of organization and management. He could have resented the practical discipline necessary to bring about his dreams. He could have resisted the daily nuts and bolts that made it happen.
And he often did in their early years, before he learned how to couple his dreams with her skills. I was there for their young arguments as they set off in pursuit of my dad’s dreams that inspired my mother’s zeal to carry them out. They didn’t mesh seamlessly from day one.
But, by the grace of God, they stayed together.
Opposites attract. Every marriage has the potential to fall apart – all it takes is one of the two partners deciding they’ve had enough. Every marriage also possesses the means to stay together. This requires both to hold unwavering commitment. Both must desire to work it out, to adapt, and to learn love and harmony together. If only one is committed and the other breaks their bond, it’s a grievous and painful betrayal.
My husband and I were teens when we married. Without the example of my parents and their parents before them, I wouldn’t have known how to stay married. I would have bailed, because it was so difficult. But the norm I had witnessed was lifelong commitment. I knew in my very bones how to stay married from watching my parents’ longsuffering patience with the other’s flaws and how they kept the relationship first.
Learning to humble ourselves and apologize, to forgive one another repeatedly, to repent of our selfishness, to mesh our ways and our dreams, to try over and over again to settle the same argument for the gazillionth time, to do this, not just for ourselves but for our children, is hard work. But it is noble and good.
If we don’t do it, how will they know how.
One sinner married to another sinner for all their sinning days is messy, but hanging in there and learning to love teaches us how much Jesus loves us and bears with our failings. The model of Christ and his forever commitment to his church is our example. When we cry out to God, he will help us grow toward this.
So do it for you – both of you. Do it for your kids. Do it for Jesus.
This is a very powerful message to young married folks or anyone who is thinking about getting married or even those who are in a long-term committed marriage. I owe my marriage to your parents, you mom introduced us because she just “knew” we were meant to be together. Proud to say she was right, we will celebrate our 25th anniversary this summer! I have witnessed your parents in their marriage as well as both my parents and in-laws marriages and it is hard work!! I enjoy your blogs and how open you are with your thoughts, feelings, and willingness to “put yourself out there” so others can learn. Keep up the good work!
Bonnie, congratulations on 25 years! I think my mother has done quite a bit of successful “match making”! As my parents grow older, watching their married life together and how they navigate all the new health challenges, while continuing to grow spiritually and as humans, really encourages me! I’m blessed to have them as parents!
What a surprise to see your blog today! I am humbled and in tears! Grace! It is the grace of God that has kept us together! Thank you, sweet daughter, and thank you, Bonnie. And thank you, Father.
Thank you for the example! It’s a rarity and a gift. Marriage is hard work. It encourages me to see you both still growing and accommodating one another! (I told you I wrote about you before we went on vacation – this is the pre-vacation line-up).
Melinda, I love this blog! Since your mom is my little sister, I can see how right you are about their marriage…the marriage of a visionary and a tactician. I just never had quite seen that until you detailed how and why it is true! I love this! Those dreams did happen, and they truly were your dad’s dreams! How precious this is! Yes! We can see God’s gifts in both of them and how they came together to become one! Thanks for pointing this out, Melinda! It shows how God puts us together with the one who will be our complement; we become one! Praise God once again!
My two sisters shared their insights over the years, too. Between the three of us, we have a full picture, I think. Our complements complete us. That means we have to figure out somewhere along the line that they have what we lack. 🙂 That requires humility and is probably one of the reasons marriage is hard. 🙂
Wow! Still an amazing and humbling blog to read as I recover from major back surgery! So thankful God is working in this, and every challenge, to make us more like Him. So thankful to have the opportunity to love my family and others better,
I love writing about you and Dad!
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