They say that there are two kinds of people in the world:  those who always finish their sentences, and those

 *     *     *     *     *

 In our happy household, there is one of each kind.  My husband always finishes his sentences.  He also balances his checkbook, folds his t-shirts before stacking them neatly in the drawer, and backs into his parking space so the car will be ready to pull out in the morning.

Me?  I flit from one idea to the next, dump my clean laundry into the drawer, and long ago relegated the household budgeting to the one who is much better evolved to handle the unique challenges of addition and subtraction.  I run around the house in the morning, deciding what to wear, and searching for my phone and keys and purse.  Every morning, the ritual is the same:  rush to do what could have been done the evening before.

 It’s been said that God never puts two spoons together.  If I and the dear man with whom I share my life were exactly alike, one of us would be unnecessary.  But in our case, there’s no question:  necessary, we are!  Instead of fitting neatly side by side like spoons in a drawer, we’re more like rocks in a rock tumbler—crashing and bumping and chipping away at one another’s idiosyncracies until we both take on the smooth sheen of the mature Christian.

I am astounded by anyone who will spend even an hour comparing prices on a set of golf clubs; but to do so for an hour a night, every night for weeks on end, without yet deciding—well, it’s just incomprehensible.   But then again, my habit of impulse buying means that I often stand in lines returning unwanted items or, worse yet, just give them away when the store’s return policy requires a decision within 30 days and I’ve lost the stupid receipt anyway.

The two-parent, two-style family has some distinct advantages over homes led by ostensibly better matched couples.  Children can benefit from living in an environment where there are two loving parents, but where one is a stern but loving disciplinarian, and one a hugger; one a sports lover and the other a music aficionado; one a saver, and one who knows that the time to act is NOW.

Like many long married couples, we’ve faced our share of challenges—especially in the early years, when we each nurtured the illusion that the other would change.  Over time, though, our sharp edges have been bumped and broken into submission.  On many a day, I marvel at my dear husband’s still unexpected quirks, and thank God for using this odd but good man to shape my soul and help to ready me for eternity.

Powerball Winner: "First I'm Going to Pay My Tithes..."
Planet Fitness Protects Transgenders, But Tough Luck for Ordinary Women
Kudos to Pampers for This Heartwarming New Commercial
U.S. Bishops Respond to News that the Supreme Court Will Discuss Same-Sex "Marriage"
  • http://www.donnacooperoboyle.com Donna-Marie Cooper O’Boyle

    I love this post! I often quote my husband who has told me with a twinkle in his eyes, “God put me on earth to make you a saint!” And I agree. :) I think you know what I’m saying!

    God bless!


  • http://extraordinarymomsnetwork.wordpress.com Heidi Saxton

    I’m going to “link” this over on my website — I’m with you, Kathy. Craig is DEFINITELY my rock and I am his!

  • Jessica

    This sounds so familiar! My “rock” and I couldn’t be more different in so many ways. I’m the one who spends days and days tirelessly researching my shopping list while K is the impulsive one with a drawer full of not-quite-right purchases. I’m the total pushover who is always there with a hug, and K sets consistent expectations and holds our son to them. I obsess over pop culture while K has no idea what I am talking about but can name a Mozart aria in two notes. I’m a great listener and will help our son work through problems while K wants to jump right in with a solution. I’m always scattered and late while K arrives pulled together and ten minutes early. I’m the one who’s good for talks about God and bike rides in the park, while K has the infinite patience for craft projects and games our son makes up and wants to play for hours.

    You’re right that our differences make us better parents. It’s something we celebrate every day, and I too thank God for what we have, even when our difference have me grinding my teeth (and biting my tongue!)

    I hope that someday you might be able to see that while you might see us as mismatched cutlery, parents like Karen and I have so much to offer our child; and that we’re not really all that different than you and your husband.

    With respect,

  • http://heartheircries.blogspot.com Lucy Darling

    A giant ditto to this entire post…I am the unorganized slob and my husband is the OCD perfectionist…His clothes are in bags in the closet and I am lucky if mine make it to the closet…Thanks for sharing…