Yesterday we played hooky. Mike and I both threw caution to the wind, pushed work aside and took the kids to Raging Waves Waterpark. It was a great day, although by lunch time the lines were brutal and the lazy river looked more like a crowded Florida beach on spring break that anything remotely relaxing. Regardless, the kids had a blast, which is all that really matters, and we did, too.
While the girls went off to try another slide, Mike and I reluctantly agreed to ride that river with Finn, once again. I am not a fan of EXTREMELY crowded public pools, so this was truly a labor of love. We found two tubes, plunged in, linked up and popped Finn in Mike’s lap.
I’m not sure what the deal is with kids of all ages being allowed to walk, run, splash, dive and swim without tubes in the lazy river. I can’t tell you how many times they swam right under my tube, tried to pop up between us or forcefully moved us out of the way so that they could continue their game of chase or chicken. It was the exact opposite of relaxing (whatever that is…. parenting, maybe?)
In the few moments my mind was actually able to wander while we were shoved and knocked around, Mike and I linked hands to stay connected to each other. We weren’t holding hands, but instead had our palms both faced downward, with our fingers interlaced and pointing toward each others’ wrists. Each time we were pushed or pulled away from each other, our fingers locked and tightened effortlessly, just like a Chinese finger trap.
It’s funny, I thought, a good marriage is like a Chinese finger trap. (Bear with me here.) We’re linked up and all intertwined, constantly combating things like demanding children, obligations and circumstance that attempt to pull us away from each other. But the link of a solid marriage is strong, like a Chinese finger trap. The harder life pulls or pushes, the stronger the bond. Working together, whatever the goal, is the only option. So, no matter what life brings, we can face it together, head on, and emerge even better than before.
“Trap” is a definitely a bad word choice and we’ve certainly faced greater challenges than the lazy river, but you get the idea. If this is a trap, I’m grateful to be in it.