We opted for the mountains instead of the beach and stayed at our favorite B and B in the Catskills. The first day there was more like fall than summer, in the low 60s, a perfect day for a hike.
We were walking up a path with lots of small, loose rocks. Nothing difficult. You just had to watch where you put your foot. I tripped on a rock and pitched forward. I kept trying to get my footing, but my center of gravity was off, and I fell forward. Trust me, it's not a pleasant feeling to be flying slowly toward the earth with no wings.
I waited for my prince to come to my rescue. As I lay among the rocks, I wondered if he'd gotten lost on the way, or perhaps ran back to find his trusty steed, the white stallion on which I would be whisked away.
Nope. I turned around, and he was standing there waiting for me to get up. Since I wasn't being rescued, I did the next best thing. I cried. Yup. I sure did. I wasn't physically hurt. Just emotionally. If you, dear reader, had been behind me, I most likely would have turned around and shared a smile with you until we both burst out in laughter.
Why are the rules different with spouses? Why do I want "saving" when I exude an independent nature? And how is my poor Prince Charming supposed to know when to save and when to back off?
I think it's because we have different rules with our loved ones, especially our spouses. Higher and unspoken expectations.
But is that realistic? And is it fair?
Well, no. And no.
I expected my prince to...well, to be honest, I'm not sure what I expected in those moments of shock at finding myself face down in the dirt. But I expected him to know what it was I needed, even though I couldn't even name it. And when he didn't, I felt he had let me down.
How unfair that was to him. How wrong it was of me. I had to apologize. I seem to do that a lot on these hikes. God is always at work on my attitude in the woods. I suppose it's because that's where I'm quiet and my mind is still.
The easiest way to avoid hurt feelings (for either spouse) when the white horse is back at the barn is to simply shout from the earth, "I'm okay!" That way, there are no unknowns. It's called growing up.
Navigating through the unknowns: the un-spokens, the un-fairs, and the un-realistics is all part of maturing in a marriage and as individuals.
We need to admit the un-truths so that we don't become un-glued.
Later, I fell again. Face down. In a stream.
This time, my prince rushed to my aid (a little too quickly) because of my prior overly dramatic post-fall meltdown. It must have been hard for him not to laugh, considering I fell face down in a stream.
I would have laughed at me if I weren't so busy yelling, "I'm okay! I'm okay! I'm okay!"
And all the while my prince was yelling, "Are you okay?! Are you okay?! Are you okay?!"
We're both still learning. It's all about balance.
Yeah, excuse the pun.
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