Several years ago, my mother called to ask if I'd heard the new Toby Keith song that was currently number 1 on the country charts.
"It's my life's song, my motto, my mission statement!" she informed me. "Let me play it for you." She placed the phone next to her speakers.
Out came Toby's words: "I want to talk about me, I want to talk about I, I want to talk about number 1, oh my me my."
My mom and I still laugh about that and say, "Well, after all, it's all about me."
We can poke fun, but that all too often becomes a hard-core truth—especially in marriage. I know I can take myself a little too seriously and think, This should be about what I want. Then when my husband, Scott, doesn't meet my expectations, I can slam him with, "Why is everything always about you? I'd like it to be about me sometimes, you know."
Okay, I don't really say that. But I think it!
Fess up: How many of us are tempted to think that when we don't get our way? When we want to shout at our husband, "I want to talk about me!"
Sometimes it just feels better to take than to give. Sometimes (okay, most of the time) I want my marriage to be about … me. Me, me, me.
And it's not just in marriage. It's pretty much in all relationships. But marriage just happens to be the most intimate and so offers the most opportunities for self-centeredness.
That can be a pretty tough reality.
But here's what I've realized: Marriage is, in fact, all about me. It's about how I respond when I don't get my way. And most of all, it's about the ownership I take to make my relationship with Scott the best it can be, which is spelled: servanthood.1