By: L.A. Kohl
October 9, 2006
(published in the Oct. 18, 2006 edition of "The Bullseye")
You know, sometimes you have an experience or a discussion when the proverbial “light bulb” seems to flash on all of a sudden. This happened recently when my husband and I were discussing marriage.
I don’t know how or why the topic came up, but for some reason we were discussing how selfless you had to be in order to really make a marriage work. The longer the discussion went on, the more I could see the practicality and logic of it. I’ve now thought about it so much, that I already know one of the first questions I’m going to ask when my daughters or son tell me they’ve found the one they think is “it” – the special someone they want to spend the rest of their life with. I’m not going to say, “So, do you love him?” Instead, I believe the question will be, “Are you ready to take a back seat; are you ready to sometimes give up your wants, are you ready to put a priority on someone else’s needs?”
Not that I think you need to become a doormat once you say, “I do."A marriage should help make you more complete and fulfilled – but it should make you want to serve the other person.
Let me explain what I mean, just from our personal experience, as I know every marriage is unique and different.
I’ve now been married for over 21 years, and if I wanted to get selfish – I could languish in self-pity over all the dirty clothes I’ve had to wash for my husband during those years. Or, all the lunches I’ve packed for him, or all the messes I’ve cleaned up after him, or all the meals I’ve cooked for him. I suppose if I wanted to think only of myself, I could say, “You know what? I’m not your servant girl, and from now on you’re doing those things for yourself.”
What about from his perspective? He’s spent 21 years working his tail off earning a living, only to turn most of it over to me. Sure, the majority of the time I use that money to buy groceries, pay bills, and things that aren’t just for ME – but there are plenty of times when I spend some of it on myself. Wouldn’t he be justified in saying, “Hey, it’s about time you did your fair share around here and started earning a little income yourself!”
Instead (and I know some people will think this is weird) I actually take pleasure in fixing a meal that I know my husband is going to enjoy. And maybe I can’t say I “enjoy” doing his laundry – but it makes me feel good when he’s looking for a specific shirt to wear, and I can say, “Oh, I just washed that for you, its right here.”
Am I repressed or unfulfilled? Do I ever think, “You know, if I weren’t married, I could do whatever I wanted for me, myself and I”? No, I’m honestly very happy and content. There is a deep satisfaction that comes from getting yourself off of center stage, and focusing on another.
What about from his perspective? Is he cheating himself out of all the fun “toys” and hobbies he could have, if he didn’t have to use all of his money to support a wife and children? In reality, he actually enjoys giving me the money to put in the bank every week; he likes being “the provider." And he has fun trying to convince me that I really should go buy something just for myself with some of the extra. He literally does have to convince me most of the time, because I can always think of something that he or the children probably need worse than I need anything.
It’s not something you’re going to hear or read in the media, but I believe it’s one of the most basic fundamentals for a marriage to thrive…put the other person first. You’re not depriving or cheating yourself…rather, you’re investing in your marriage, and a lifetime of love.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
A View Without the Safety of the Front Porch
By: L.A. Kohl
September 17, 2006
(published in the Oct. 4, 2006 edition of the "Bullseye")
As I’m sure most readers realize, the fact that my column is entitled “The View from the Front Porch," does NOT mean that I sit around on my porch all the time. (Although after today, I’m thinking it looks much more affable.) I usually feel fortunate if I get a few moments on the porch once a week or so. More often than not when I’m outside, I’m walking somewhere rather than sitting on the porch.
That was my current state today; a very pleasant Sunday afternoon. It had been raining off and on most of the day, and I happened to be out meandering. I had nothing in particular to accomplish. I just wasn’t in the mood for sitting, and thus I was “piddling." You know, things like picking a few fresh zinnias to bring in the house…checking out the one surviving squash plant in the garden to see if it was going to produce anything…and generally enjoying the freshness of a rainy, September afternoon.
The dog was romping, the kittens were scuffling, the trees were rustling, the husband was whistling, and the little ones were inside napping. It doesn’t get much better than that, does it?
Then it happened.
After almost fifteen years of living in the middle of the woods, I’m surprised it’s never happened before – and yet, “it” took me completely by surprise. “It” was an acorn thumping me squarely on top of the head.
It’s been too long since my math and science classes, but it seems like I remember something about mass times velocity equaling something. I’m pretty sure that acorn fell from at least twenty or thirty feet, so in my case, it equaled a very tender spot on the top of my head - and a hefty amount of laughter.
I couldn’t believe it; I was completely taken aback. However, in spite of my shock, my response happened instantaneously. I’m not the type of person who typically thinks “quick on her feet” so to speak, but after being a mom for so long, this response just came naturally – even before the laughter and the groaning.
You’ve probably guessed my response, haven’t you? Yup, I grabbed my head and muttered, “The sky is falling, the sky is falling – I must go and tell the king!”
Now, if I can just go and convince Henny Penny and Ducky Lucky, I’ll be good to go.
September 17, 2006
(published in the Oct. 4, 2006 edition of the "Bullseye")
As I’m sure most readers realize, the fact that my column is entitled “The View from the Front Porch," does NOT mean that I sit around on my porch all the time. (Although after today, I’m thinking it looks much more affable.) I usually feel fortunate if I get a few moments on the porch once a week or so. More often than not when I’m outside, I’m walking somewhere rather than sitting on the porch.
That was my current state today; a very pleasant Sunday afternoon. It had been raining off and on most of the day, and I happened to be out meandering. I had nothing in particular to accomplish. I just wasn’t in the mood for sitting, and thus I was “piddling." You know, things like picking a few fresh zinnias to bring in the house…checking out the one surviving squash plant in the garden to see if it was going to produce anything…and generally enjoying the freshness of a rainy, September afternoon.
The dog was romping, the kittens were scuffling, the trees were rustling, the husband was whistling, and the little ones were inside napping. It doesn’t get much better than that, does it?
Then it happened.
After almost fifteen years of living in the middle of the woods, I’m surprised it’s never happened before – and yet, “it” took me completely by surprise. “It” was an acorn thumping me squarely on top of the head.
It’s been too long since my math and science classes, but it seems like I remember something about mass times velocity equaling something. I’m pretty sure that acorn fell from at least twenty or thirty feet, so in my case, it equaled a very tender spot on the top of my head - and a hefty amount of laughter.
I couldn’t believe it; I was completely taken aback. However, in spite of my shock, my response happened instantaneously. I’m not the type of person who typically thinks “quick on her feet” so to speak, but after being a mom for so long, this response just came naturally – even before the laughter and the groaning.
You’ve probably guessed my response, haven’t you? Yup, I grabbed my head and muttered, “The sky is falling, the sky is falling – I must go and tell the king!”
Now, if I can just go and convince Henny Penny and Ducky Lucky, I’ll be good to go.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Fall Festival Time
By: L.A. Kohl
September 10, 2006
(published in the September 20, 2006 edition of "The Bullseye")
I’m a person who likes things that are constant and unchanging. (Just ask my husband, whose inborn desire to rearrange furniture on a regular basis always bewilders me.) Many things in our lives continually change: children grow up, the economy goes up and down, “newer and better” versions of things come out, people get older, friends and acquaintances move on. For me, it’s just comforting to have a few stand-bys that vary little from year to year.
That’s part of the reason why I enjoy fall so much – its similarities each year are refreshing. You can always count on cooler weather, changing colors, and last but not least…fall festivals. Everywhere I look, I read about different towns celebrating something during this time of year. In Hatton, it’s pumpkins; in Boonville, it’s steam engines; in Hermann, it’s wine; in Marceline, it’s cartoonists; in the town where I grew up, it’s old settlers; and here in Sturgeon and Harrisburg this past weekend – it was just fall in general.
They can all call it something different and focus on varying themes…but basically they are all just a fun way for communities to celebrate fall. You’ll find many similarities at whichever festival you choose to attend…parades, carnivals, baby contests, queen contests, music and dancing, and loads of food, just to name a few.
The parade is always the highlight for my children – mostly because they like getting candy. My dad loves the antique cars, or in Harrisburg’s case, the ugly trucks. The candy and cars are okay, but what I really enjoy are the marching bands.
They bring back memories from my distant past (much more distant than I care to admit.) Who could forget all of that marching, over and over, putting in extra hours before and after school because there was so little time to practice between the beginning of school and the time of the first football game and the Old Settler’s Reunion?
Thus, I just can’t help myself; I have to intently study a band that marches by. Are their steps all in “left/right” sync, are they all “guiding right," and are they all getting their knees up? Problem is, most bands today don’t have to get their knees up…I think they waited until after my marching band days were over to change the rules on what “marching” really constituted. Ah well, the style may change, but as long as there are marching bands in the parade, I remain content.
And that’s what I like – the knowledge that there will be a marching band in a parade, in some fall festival somewhere. It’s not the specific band or parade itself; it’s the fact that it’s a constant in this ever changing, fast-paced world of ours.
So this fall, take some time to relax and celebrate the unchanging sameness of a local fall festival. Your parents and grandparents before you probably did, and your children and grandchildren after you undoubtedly will, also...so why mess with tradition?!
September 10, 2006
(published in the September 20, 2006 edition of "The Bullseye")
I’m a person who likes things that are constant and unchanging. (Just ask my husband, whose inborn desire to rearrange furniture on a regular basis always bewilders me.) Many things in our lives continually change: children grow up, the economy goes up and down, “newer and better” versions of things come out, people get older, friends and acquaintances move on. For me, it’s just comforting to have a few stand-bys that vary little from year to year.
That’s part of the reason why I enjoy fall so much – its similarities each year are refreshing. You can always count on cooler weather, changing colors, and last but not least…fall festivals. Everywhere I look, I read about different towns celebrating something during this time of year. In Hatton, it’s pumpkins; in Boonville, it’s steam engines; in Hermann, it’s wine; in Marceline, it’s cartoonists; in the town where I grew up, it’s old settlers; and here in Sturgeon and Harrisburg this past weekend – it was just fall in general.
They can all call it something different and focus on varying themes…but basically they are all just a fun way for communities to celebrate fall. You’ll find many similarities at whichever festival you choose to attend…parades, carnivals, baby contests, queen contests, music and dancing, and loads of food, just to name a few.
The parade is always the highlight for my children – mostly because they like getting candy. My dad loves the antique cars, or in Harrisburg’s case, the ugly trucks. The candy and cars are okay, but what I really enjoy are the marching bands.
They bring back memories from my distant past (much more distant than I care to admit.) Who could forget all of that marching, over and over, putting in extra hours before and after school because there was so little time to practice between the beginning of school and the time of the first football game and the Old Settler’s Reunion?
Thus, I just can’t help myself; I have to intently study a band that marches by. Are their steps all in “left/right” sync, are they all “guiding right," and are they all getting their knees up? Problem is, most bands today don’t have to get their knees up…I think they waited until after my marching band days were over to change the rules on what “marching” really constituted. Ah well, the style may change, but as long as there are marching bands in the parade, I remain content.
And that’s what I like – the knowledge that there will be a marching band in a parade, in some fall festival somewhere. It’s not the specific band or parade itself; it’s the fact that it’s a constant in this ever changing, fast-paced world of ours.
So this fall, take some time to relax and celebrate the unchanging sameness of a local fall festival. Your parents and grandparents before you probably did, and your children and grandchildren after you undoubtedly will, also...so why mess with tradition?!
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