Can’t Count the Ways
Posted in marriage, Relationships on 01/31/2012 03:35 am by Jim Sharon
We live in a very fast-paced, restless, impatient and largely unforgiving society that places a premium on newness and manufactures product obsolescence. Relationships are fast becoming relegated to tweets, text messages and a few Facebook lines. Given that climate or unfertile soil, is it any wonder that romances often quickly fizzle and that our divorce rate is so high? Enough said about the downside.
I’m unabashedly proud to announce that this month Ruth and I will be celebrating our 43rd Valentine’s Day together — should have been 44, but I broke up with her after three fabulous dates because I was frightened of the intimacy at age 21. Fortunately, I acquired some “sanity” and courage in March of that year and have never again “pulled the plug.”
Over the years, we have learned that intense drama and dull knives only hurts us and detracts from our personal and relationship growth. For most of our 41 years of marriage, we have worked diligently to become more mutually accepting and supportive, as well as more centered and increasingly resilient. On a core level, we have devoted ourselves to gradually, yet steadily effacing our egos and to “leveling the playing field” in our relational attitudes, communication and conflict-resolution efforts.
None of this has been easy; we’ve probably endured as many valleys as we’ve celebrated peak experiences. However, our foundation of unconditional love and our commitment to persistence has paid off royally. Regarding the latter, I recently read a great quote by the decorated World War II general Douglas McArthur, “People grow old by deserting their ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up wrinkles the soul.”
Several overarching realizations fill me with utter joy:
- the depth of our cherishing and respecting one another
- the quantity and quality of parallel career and spiritual paths we’ve shared
- that we have raised three stellar children, one of whom has an incredible daughter
As the old romantic saying goes, “How many ways do I love you? Let me count the ways.” Happily, Ruth and I have both lost count. Our cups indeed runneth over, yet we have room for a lot more zesty juice!
-Jim






