Marriage has to be greatest opportunity for mindfulness on planet. I used to think that parenting took top honors, but really, a good marriage lasts a lot longer than a good childhood. After all, kids do move out eventually, but spouse stays.
Never type to do things half-heartedly, my husband and I up ante when it comes to spending time together. We have breakfast together. We ride to work together. We work all day together. We ride home together. We eat dinner together. We go to bed together.
This could be a recipe for disaster, but instead, we think it's coolest thing ever, and we never take that for granted.
With all that proximity, we have learned tremendous patience and we've got a killer sense of humor. This means that even in our snarkiest moments, we know we will find a reason to crack up about it later.
In fact, some of our favorite stories are about moments of extreme mindlessness, and if truth be told, I tend to be mindless one.
I know, I know. I'm supposed to be mindfulness expert. Well, as I always insist, you can't be mindful of everything AT ONCE, right?
So, here is my favorite mindless moment--and what I learned from it.... While moving from Oregon to Montana several years ago, my husband was driving U-Haul packed with all of our worldly possessions. Inside cab of truck with him was our second daughter, Tara, and our hyperactive yellow Lab, Thor. Meanwhile, I was driving behind him in car with other three daughters.
Hours passed. I obediently followed behind him, despite fact that driving behind a big truck is, well, annoying. So, when we finally got to mountain pass and U-Haul was chugging along at 30 miles per hour, I felt it would be just fine if I passed him and made my way to Missoula. I figured I'd get to new house first and get ready for move-in.