Several years ago, I sat in church and listened to the priest tell the congregation that a husband and wife should always come first in each other’s lives….even above their own children. At some point, the children leave the nest and husband and wife are left with each other. Nurture and keep that relationship healthy.
This isn’t the first time I’ve heard this, and it wasn’t the last. I’ve read many articles discussing it…and outside of parenthood, it made sense to me.
Now that I’m well immersed in parenthood, that scenario is much easier said than done.
It is amazing to me how quickly I can flip the script on this.
Well, it wasn’t even 10 minutes into our shopping expedition – he went off to the Men’s section; I was in the baby section – when it happened.
I was perusing through the baby shoes and socks, when I looked down and saw Malia wedge between the feeding tray and her seat, sliding down towards the ground.
And as she plopped to the ground (at that moment it seemed more like a slam to the ground), I felt the rage rising inside of me. And as she toppled over, clumsy and startled (at that moment it seemed like she was in utter agony), I scanned the story, caught Mike’s eye and nearly screamed across the clothing racks “Why wouldn’t you buckle her in?!?!?!?!?!!? How stupid and careless are you?!?!?!?!?!”
And Malia takes the lead.
I turned on him, on a dime. In a second.
How dare he put my daughter in danger!