When I look at the home my husband grew up in and compare it to how I was raised, it’s a wonder we ended up together. Our backgrounds are so completely opposite that no marriage counselor in her right mind would have suggested that we marry.
Once we said “I do,” Mike and I disagreed about how to approach everything from the budget to cleaning the toilet. But parenting presented the ultimate test to our unity. What came naturally to him as a dad seemed to be the opposite of my approach as a mom.
There were days when I wanted to pull my hair out and other days when I began to believe that my husband was my worst enemy in the parenting process. For example, when the boys were little, I worked all day long to keep them occupied without the crutch of technology. Their 30-minutes of TV time was carefully planned around a younger sibling’s nap or a work call. When my husband got home, often the first thing he would do was put on a Disney movie for the boys. It would infuriate me! All my efforts down the drain!
Mike and I have disagreed on everything from what to feed the boys to what age they should be before getting a cell phone and everything in between. Our oldest son is almost 18 and getting ready to start college in the fall. As I look back on these years of parenting, I am truly amazed that Mike and I have found a way to be united. Have we parented perfectly as a team? Of course not. But God has blessed us and used the challenges of raising three boys to draw us closer to each other and closer to him.1