Copyright 2019 – Rebecca Nietert
This morning, my day started off with a bang, courtesy of my two adorable children. Just as the sun began to rise, my firstborn declared, for the second time in as many weeks, “I am sick.” A quick check of her temperature confirmed her claim. As I comforted her, I heard my younger child’s voice piercing the air, “Zeus, our mischievous feline, has done it again! He’s caught another bunny!” Without hesitation, I rushed to the scene and saved the furry little creature, all the while lecturing it about the dangers of the outside world during the day. Alas, bunnies are not known for their listening skills.
But the chaos didn’t end there. My little angel, with her signature 13-year-old attitude, announced, “My phone is BROKEN AGAIN!” Incredulous, I replied, “Phones just don’t break!” She shot back, unyielding, “Well, mine did!” I let out a heavy sigh, feeling a wave of frustration wash over me. I plugged the phone into its charger, firmly instructing her to consider the device worthless and find another means of reaching out to her friends. Finally, I retreated to the sanctuary of my favorite armchair, craving the solace of that first sip of coffee.
Life’s twists and turns may test our patience, but they also present opportunities for growth and resilience. As I pondered these morning mishaps, it struck me that sometimes we need to find alternative paths to navigate the challenges thrown our way. Just like my daughter must now explore new methods of communication, we too can adapt and find creative solutions to the obstacles we face.
The phone abruptly interrupted the tranquility of my day. It was my husband, frustration palpable in his voice, tangled in yet another battle with the indulgent insurance company. He pleaded for my help in locating a crucial document. My heart tugged, for he is undoubtedly the greatest man I have ever had the privilege of knowing. And so, with a deep breath, I set forth on a mission to aid him, as always.
Yet, there are times when I feel the strain of his recurrent circumstances. When faced with challenges, whether pertaining to health, choices, or any other myriad factors, do we not hold the responsibility of forging our own path to rectify the situation? Should we not bear the burdens of our own circumstances? These weighty ponderings often lead to intricate arguments, as both partners contend with feelings of overextension, taking things for granted, or simply not paying attention. Such complexities are the essence of every relationship. Even mine, which, while wondrously close to perfection, is not exempt from such struggles.
Make no mistake, I count my blessings fervently. I steadfastly seek solace and favor in the divine grace of God, adhering to my maternal commandments as a devoted wife and mother. However, amid these roles and responsibilities, there are moments when I yearn for respite. Moments when I long to unravel the worries that ceaselessly revolve around my mind. Moments when I want to focus on myself, to indulge in the trivial luxuries of life, like having my hair elegantly styled or getting my nails meticulously manicured, without the constant interruptions that stem from my loved ones’ needs.
Still, I embrace my duties, knowing they are woven into the fabric of who I am. I navigate this delicate dance, finding the balance between selflessness and self-care. Though imperfect, my relationship thrives on the love and effort poured into its foundation. It is within this intricate web of responsibilities and desires that true growth and resilience reside.
In the grand tapestry of life, we are called to cherish and nurture our relationships, to stand by our loved ones through the tumultuous storms. And while the winds of responsibility may sometimes threaten to uproot our equilibrium, it is in these moments that we find strength, love, and the unwavering desire to make each day extraordinary.
Reba Nietert 