My brother-in-law recently got engaged to a woman whom he has been in a relationship with for two years. The “trick” to their relationship is that they have only been in each other’s presence for a grand total of three weeks over the course of those two years, as she has been living on the other side of the world; limiting conversations to email, phone, and Skype. Just over a week ago, we were able to be at the airport for her much anticipated arrival: welcoming her into the country and into our family.
This week, we were able to share in a special dinner with my brother-in-law and new sister-in-law, and it was a wonderful time. My boys are already very much in approval of this new aunt who is not only sweet and loving but also comes baring toy cars and candy. As we cleaned up after dinner, my brother-in-law told me I could put one of the dishes in the kitchen; which I did. However, my sister-in-law had a different plan. As soon as I entered the kitchen with the dish, she picked it up and carried it right back into the living room. With a smile and a wink, I teased my brother-in-law: “You were wrong.” He assured me that he has been wrong “a lot” in the last two weeks since her arrival, and that he didn’t mind it one bit. “In fact,” he said with a smile, “I kinda like it.”
I am glad for the joy that my brother-in-law has found in his new wife, and I also find his joy to be profound. How often do we find joy in being wrong? Yes, they are newlyweds. There will come a time when it will be less enjoyable to be wrong. But how wonderful it is when you value someone else’s presence so much that even disagreeing with them is made wonderful by the sole fact that they are there to disagree with.
My two-year old has recently begun saying “Thank you.” I have been anxiously awaiting the addition of this phrase into his vocabulary, and I have celebrated each time he offers an adorable, “Sanks, Momma!” or “Tank Ew!” Earlier this week, I asked Keilan to put his diaper in the garbage, and with his sweetest voice and most winsome grin, he offered a cheerful, “Ummm, no sanks!” Before bouncing away. Catching me off guard, I needed a moment to form my response, and before I was able to say anything, he bounced right back, picked it up, and threw it away. That time, I had no need for frustration, as he ultimately did what I had asked. However, I was reminded of how I could find joy, even in defiance, when I looked at that adorable face.
I know a number of moms right now who are forced to be without their babies for one reason or another, and I get to live life with mine. I am blessed. There are so many who would give anything to hear a defiant, little, “No sanks!” And just as my brother-in-law is experiencing the joys of “being wrong” with his new wife, I can choose to find joy even in those moments when my two-year old is refusing to join us for dinner and my two-month old is joining in with his own wails of complaint. It might be loud, I might be “wrong,” but there are still so many reasons to find joy.
My little man: even when he is melting down, he still melts my heart.
Finding Joy in My Journey 