I’ve never really considered myself the nagging wife.
Until, I recently realized I had become a nagging wife.
What? Me? Yes! Me!
I’m married to a pilot man. You know this. I started noticing that when he was out and about burning holes in the skies, I missed him. I didn’t miss what he does for me while he’s here. Just the person, Kris Takle. My husband. A sweet kind of miss. The kind where you send the sweetest text messages and say the sweetest things on the phone.
Well, this doesn’t sound like nagging. Of course, it doesn’t.
Pilot man comes home. I forget how much I missed him and focus on his flight bag on our bedroom floor. Unpacked. Then, I notice how we need to spruce up our landscaping. And, I notice that he doesn’t notice this. And, his laptop on my kitchen counter? Really?
Pick. Pick. Pick.
I fail to notice a husband who tells me how beautiful I am. I fail to notice a man who desires me, encourages me, and builds me up.
Why? Because, I’m so focused on what he’s not doing, I am blurring everything good out.
I recognize this in myself. I hate this in myself. I hate that I am doing this to the man I love. To the man who loves me. So, I tell him. We talk it out. And, make a commitment to stop.
Stop the nagging. Stop the complaining. Stop noticing what he doesn’t do or see.
So, what if it takes me an extra twenty minutes a day to clean up a little more after him? What’s twenty minutes? Or, what if I just resolve that his laptop on the kitchen counter is okay? And, his unpacked bag can wait?
My marriage will be better, because, I’m not selling out to small foxes. And, that sweet miss for him when he is gone will be even sweeter when he returns home.
I will be happier. He will be happier. And, our love will stay sweeter.
I’m not exactly sure how this pattern of behavior began for me. But, I am definitely sure that it needed to end. Because, I am blessed. And, I LOVE that man.