Archive for April, 2013

Seems like something is in the air recently.  Another blog I follow had the following post about all kinds of troubles and so were the most recent times in our world.  As you all know, Bert is most troublesome and does so about the most trivial things.  Recently we have been trying to finalize the summer schedule as April 15th was approaching.  For our household this moment on the annual calendar is not only the day we get to tell Uncle Sam what our tax situation is but we get to understand what June, July and August will look like in our four walls, mainly which beating hearts will be present on which day, and the schedule becomes a shadow of what it is the rest of the year.  What operates with a comforting regularity (for which of us does not like predictability?) suddenly goes all to chaos, or so it seems.

This year, the Lord chose to make things more interesting for us, by deciding that our school district would adopt what I like to call the “southern calendar”.  What I mean by that is that when we lived down in TN, and most southern states follow it, the school year began early in August and ended by Memorial Day as opposed to the “northern calendar” which I was more used to that started just before Labor Day and went into mid-June.  Down south this is done, as I learned, to avoid the sweltering months of the summer as much as possible and minimize the air conditioning expenses.  Very practical.  Why our district adopted this method I’m not sure, but I like it, as it removes the biggest question that even as a kid drove me crazy.  Why do we start school for two days and then get a day off for Labor Day?  Can’t we just wait and start that Tuesday?  Instead you get a couple weeks of school in, so you can get in your review after summer and then get a little break before you turn your attention to the new learning of the year and you get the added benefit of starting your summer vacation on the unofficial “start of summer”, Memorial Day!  Brilliant!  Like it or not the South keeps showing they know more than we do up North.  They had better generals than us in the Civil War, and they provided the important ones in the Revolutionary War, they have sweet tea everywhere and great barbecue pork sandwiches and they know how to design a logical school calendar.

Anyway, that aside over, what that means for us here in “transition summer” (not to be confused with Bryan Adams’ Poison Summer’ (inside reference for a few of my readers so don’t worry if that makes no sense to you)) is that school will end in mid-June and begin again in mid-August rather than on the last day or two of August as before.  This means summer is shorter.  And this means that there is less time to fit seven weeks into a five pound bag. 

In the world of parental visitation nothing is as certain as that your agreement will resemble any other divorced couples agreement only by the fact that is has the same title on it.  Some people want to make sure they have their kids for their annual trip to Wally World, or over Kwanzaa or for Aunt Edith’s birthday because the kids love to see her teeth go flying out of her mouth when she blows out the birthday candles.  In my wife’s case they decided all of summer (or so it seems) needs to be divided into vacation periods versus what I have seen as a more common each side gets a two week vacation in the summer.  So my wife gets three weeks and Bert gets four.  Add to that that you are not to take vacation the week after school ends and the week before school begins to ease the transitions and you now have nine weeks you require for summer.  Most times that is not a problem, but in transition summer, it is a challenge.

My wife gets to pick first.  Why?  Probably as the result of the fact she has fewer weeks it seemed “fair”, in the divorced world’s definition of a term that really has no business attached in any way to that process, but honestly I never asked why they drew it up that way.  We realized that we really could do a number on Bert with transition summer in that if we scheduled our time in almost any way he could not fit in his full four weeks, but being good Christians we avoided revenge and tried to be nice, however again due to the limits of transition summer we had what we felt was a minor dilemma.  You see, to avoid screwing over Bert, we needed to start our first week of vacation technically two days earlier than we should, i.e. at the tail end of the first week after school ends.  However those two days would normally be our visitation days anyway, so Bert was not losing anything, so we thought we could explain that and not have an issue.

Three weeks and a litany of discussions that did not have to be that difficult, including a three hour marathon session where Bert and I had a gay old time covering everything under the divorced sun, we arrived at where we should have been in the first place.  The bones of contention?  Bert tried to grab an extra Saturday (we only get three weekends) around July 4th and also scheduled one of his weeks fully in the week before school starts, versus our overlap of just two days which really helped him out.  He had time available in July for that week, but everything became about us taking those two days, all the while he ignored his last week.  It was really stupid and finally gets us to the topic of this post, believe it our not.

What I learned in this process is how something seemingly insignificant in our interactions can have so profound an impact.  This item is intent.  I can call it nothing short of scary, but I came to realize the mechanics of how we (Bert and I) operate in our relationships was for all intents and purposes virtually the same. 

So this is going to get into some controversial areas for many people, and I warn you ahead of time.  I hope you keep reading, as my point is not a debate about this issue, but the result of intent in our world.  In our case, our marriage runs in what I will call a Bible-based model.  God determined that the head of the household is the man and the wife is an advisor and in a proper relationship should be listened to but the final decision is the man’s.  Yes, yes all you ladies of the 21st century please do not step away from your monitor in disgust as I know this has become one of, if not the most, controversial passage in the Bible as feminists like to paint this as an archaic, two thousand year old, out dated way of looking at things.  My wife could certainly explain it better than I could, but we have had many conversations amongst ourselves as to how that works in our marriage and also in sharing what we have seen as the result of living according to what is a timeless model that God designed because it is the best for his creations, namely all human beings.  For the purposes of this discussion this would mean at the base mechanics level that if my wife and I disagree on a decision, what I say goes.  In Bert’s model this works the same way.

This is where that fine line of intent shows that it is the Grand Canyon of everything.  My intent in following the Biblically based model is that I always have by wife’s best interest in mind as I exercise my authority in the marriage.  Since she knows this, she is comfortable that I listen to her input and consider it in making decisions that affect out family and she trusts that God and I work together to do things for good even when she may not be seeing that at the moment.  Her decision would have been different from mine, yet she lets go of that and obediently follows my lead.  This is what God has shown mankind as the model of how the world works. 

Bert’s intent is to do everything for his and his own personal good.  He leads his significant other to believe that the same process is in place but when she subsumes her desires and control to Bert, since his intent is misguided, even evil, the results are far different.  It results in abuse, manipulation and disaster for anyone in his sphere.  By the time the unfortunate companion realizes this she is usually unable to extricate herself.  This creates the dilemma that so many godly women find themselves in.  In a secular society they are taught to take the same lead as a man, yet God’s design says that will result in problems, and we see it all over in marriages that end in divorce due to both wanting control and driving each other apart and in workplaces that struggle etc.  In wanting to follow God, they may be willing to follow that path, but if they are partnered with someone whose intent is not what God desires, it leads to pain and suffering.

The tension as we worked through the issues with Bert was very high this week.  I came to the realization as my wife wanted to do some things to connect with Bert’s girlfriend that what I would ask her to do was to trust me and let me handle it because I was worried with her past abusive experience that she would be vulnerable to manipulation and had no doubt in my mind that if Bert discovered that there was a relationship he could abuse between his lady and my wife that he would never hesitate to use it for his gain.  I on the other hand, was demanding this with the intent of protecting my wife and handling the manipulation that might ensue as a party that did not have that history.  However, to my horror, I realized that I would be directly asking her to do the same thing Bert did in her marriage to him that resulted in her ending up in a web of sexual, emotional, physical and mental abuse.  How could I possibly explain this?  It freaked me out that I realized the mechanics of the two situations we EXACTLY the same.  To do good I needed this to work this way just as to do evil Bert needs to operate the SAME way.  The only difference is intent.

The conversation went very well because my wife understands that I am not Bert.  She has seen my intent as a godly man in everything else I have done for our family and she has also healed enough from what Bert did to her through years of counseling that this was all possible.  She trusts in God that He is operating for her good.  It turns out all she wanted to offer this poor lady who is entangling herself with Bert is a channel of communication for her to hopefully learn enough to see through Bert’s manipulation before it is too late or her to get out.  I thought she wanted to use her as a way to learn what was going on in Bert’s home, which I knew we could never trust because Bert would be manipulating.  It put my heart at peace knowing that there was not any real similarity between Bert and I.  What I was really looking at was the difference between me and a race car driver.  The mechanics of driving the car are the same for the two of us, but our intent to use that car, is totally different.  I want to move from one place to another.  The race car driver is going to push the car to its limit and beyond to maximize the results.  Bert’s intent is to fulfill his purposes.  My intent is to fulfill God’s glory.  That fine line places a gap between Bert and I that is immeasurable.  Thank the Lord my wife has the ability to see that, otherwise she would be going forward wondering if she was headed into another relationship similar to Bert who used those same mechanics for two year’s before she realized what the real intent was.  We go forward past the latest hurdle with a new found understanding of God’s grand plan and seeing how applied with the right intent, there is no better way.