Because Someday the Kids Will Be All Grown Up

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It all started with a simple “no.” I had asked Mark to take our oldest to ballet while bringing along the toddler. I craved that hour of peace at home, a moment to recharge in the stillness. When the weekend kicks off, all I want is a quiet house, just me—no kids to carry, no conversations to juggle, no noise to drown out. After a hectic week, I need to refill my energy and find renewal in silence. So, I requested his help with the kids.

But he said no, and just like that, my precious hour of tranquility vanished, replaced by a cacophony of yells and screams. Both of us were frazzled and exhausted, leading to some heated arguments that echoed through our home. We hurled accusations and shared tales of our burdens, each feeling overwhelmed and alone in our struggles. Mark felt neglected while I felt suffocated by our responsibilities. In that chaos, I couldn’t see his perspective; my own feelings clouded my vision.

Our hurtful words tore at the fabric of our life together, revealing that our issues ran deeper than just needing an hour of alone time. It was about our relationship—about communication, support, and empathy. We had taken for granted that those elements were solid, but when we dug deeper, we realized there were gaps.

We had fallen into the trap of prioritizing our children, work, and everything else above each other. I wished I could tell Mark, “You’re not at the bottom of my list because I love you the least.” I wanted him to know that I didn’t mean for him to be overshadowed by diapers and deadlines. But in the midst of the storm, I struggled to find the right words. I needed peace and quiet to gather my thoughts, but that silence never came, and my intentions slipped away.

We often joke about early parenthood as a war zone. We hoist our careers and passions as shields, wrapping ourselves in the armor of love and marriage. We believe that this armor will protect us from the chaos of family life, but as the years pass, our defenses wear thin. When we start firing shots at each other, that’s when we know we’re in trouble. Someday, this battle will come to an end. I’ve seen it happen; I’ve witnessed weary warriors leave the field, burdened by the remnants of their struggles. I felt us edging closer to that point, where our unspoken needs and dreams detonated in frustration, fueled by countless days of silence.

One day, the kids will be grown, and there won’t be any little ones to take to activities. Someday, I won’t yearn for solitude; I’ll long for his company. I hope our relationship stays intact when the dust settles.

Before bed, we decided to call a truce. In the dim light, I noticed the weight Mark carried, mirroring my own. We began to share our thoughts and dreams, bandaging each other’s wounds with promises of better communication and understanding. “I don’t want you to be last on my list,” we reassured each other. “I love you more than laundry and deadlines.” We committed to keeping the lines of communication open, to filling those gaps and stitching them up. We whispered goodnight and held each other until sleep came. That’s how we found a way to start anew.

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