We'll get to the egg yolks in a bit, bear with me for a little context. While we were brainstorming barriers to intimacy Sunday in class, Debbie made a comment near the end of class that one of the barriers was the "fear of rocking the boat." I acknowledged agreement and indicated that most of us really try to avoid conflict. Then it got a little personal--for me anyway. In preparing for class each week I usually have a "story" or two based on my own personal experience in marriage, and as one might expect I usually make a decision as I go as to whether to share it or not . Such was the case Sunday when I decided to share not so much a story, but a list of potential boat rocking--but typically minor situations Kerrie and I had the opportunity to deal with the previous day.
I had been finalizing plans for the lesson Saturday morning and anticipated that this topic would come up, so I thought I would tally just how many potential "boat rocking" situations might arise in a randomly selected period of time. I/we encountered 4 in a span of less than 30 minutes. Just for the record, we didn't have any arguments/fights, and neither of us passed up the chance to rock the boat, but the potential was there. What I hoped to do for class was gather some quick data to show that we have many opportunities throughout the day to have conflict simply because there can be hundreds of decisions that can involve married couples during the course of the day. Sure enough, my data collection confirmed by pre-determined conclusion.
Now, I did not tell Kerrie about my data collection, nor did I tell her the results (didn't want to rock the boat?) because I wasn't sure I would share this with the group. If I didn't, what would it matter anyway? Especially since one of the items is an issue for which we have conflicting opinions. This is where the egg yolks come in.
In being health-conscious, when Kerrie makes eggs for herself, she removes the egg yolks (cholesterol) and only cooks the egg whites. Being the wonderful husband that I am, I occasionally make eggs for her and such was the case Saturday. Whenever I'm making her eggs, I try to make them just as she likes them, with something to spice them up (bell pepper or chili), a little cheese, no-salt, no-yolks, and cooked thoroughly. As you may gather this is not my preference for eggs, but that is beside the point. My desire is I make eggs is to please her! However, during the process of making the wife-pleasing eggs, something must be done with the egg yolks, and this is where we differ and this is where I lose the desire to please her. Kerrie routinely places the egg yolks in the kitchen trash; I on the other hand (correctly) pour the egg yolks out of the shell right down the sink drain. Now keep in mind, we've never "fought" about this issue. I think I've mentioned my thoughts to Kerrie once over the years. She's continued to put them in the trash can, and on those mornings when I make eggs for her she has never complained that I put the yolks down the drain. Obviously, we've come to no resolution--we have silently continued with our own ways of disposing of egg yolks.
Now since I did not tell Kerrie about what I might share with the group, I felt compelled to tell her about it when we had a chance to talk. Wanting to minimize any "boat rocking" I wanted to let her know what I had shared so that if someone just casually mentioned, "Tommy told us about the egg yolks," she wouldn't think, "What are you talking about?" or even worse respond, "What egg yolks?" What was so neat about our conversation was I for the first time heard the reason behind Kerrie's actions--dried egg yolks in the sink are very hard to clean! If you've ever been egged only to find out about it hours or days later, you know what I mean. If you are ever out of glue, you can probably substitute egg yolk. Now of course, I have my reasons for my methods also 1) Sometimes the trash bag leaks and one gets to clean up the trail of egg yolk from the pantry out the garage. 2) Sometimes one has to look through the trash for a bill or paper or remote that is missing and may have inadvertently been thrown away and egg yolks tend to make the trash even messier. 3) Sometimes when the trash bag tears the yolk does not land on the floor, but on one's pants as they are putting the trash out before they leave for work on Monday morning. All of these are possibilities that occur only on rare occasions, but the memories of such events are significant.
And now for one of my favorite questions, "So what?" In all of this, I was reminded that I'm blessed to have a spouse that loves me in spite of the fact that I've probably allowed egg yolks to dry in the sink a few too many times. I was also reminded that sometimes only when we risk rocking the boat, will we communicate enough to understand the one we love, and finally we need to "rock the boat" in the same spirit we would "rock a cradle." If we'll do that, the outcome is much more likely to be a bit smoother.
Praying you have an intimate week!
Tommy