After twenty one years of marriage, my wife still amazes me. There are things that she clues into that I’m oblivious to. Such as when, recently, our daughter was ill, and I said:
“There’s no way her temperature is that high. There’s something wrong with this thermometer.”
Yes, I know, I’m brilliant like that. đ
And oh so wrong, too. When a parent takes an axillary reading, followed by an oral one, and the temperatures are much the same–the problem isn’t with the thermometer. No, the truth is:
PEBTAD
(“Problem exists between thermometer and dad”)
Thing is, my wife already knew, and for her the thermometer simply validated her intuition. Her “spider sense” was tingling.
Thus we went to the hospital.
You know what? She was right–our little girl, who I thought was just fighting a bad cold, had pneumonia. And because we went with mom on this, she got the treatment she needed, when she needed it.
Because of mom’s amazing “spider sense,” we dodged a bullet. And thank you, God, for that!
I guess the lesson here, men (if there is one), is that we’ve got to know when to hold ’em, when to fold ’em, and when to trust mama bear.
It’s a lesson that’s taken me half a lifetime to learn.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m tired. I’m going to sit among the elders at the gates, and call myself blessed. Because I am. If God does indeed arrange marriages, as much grief as He knows I’ve given her, He made the perfect woman for me.
Thank-you, Lisa, for your tender heart, sensitivity, love, and sacrifice. It makes all the difference. Like Spider-Man, you are amazing.
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How about you? How has your wife/mom’s “spider sense” saved you trouble?
