All In, Every Hand

I realized early in fatherhood that I could turn it down, but I could never turn it off. I was a father all the time. I didn’t get to choose when I parented my son, because even when I wasn’t actively doing so, I was modeling behavior for him.
[sws_pullquote_right]Showing our boys that their mother is worth that is some of the most important modeling I ever do for them. [/sws_pullquote_right]When Nathan was about a year old I was leaving for work and reacted excessively to one of life’s little tragedies, as many of us are occasionally wont to do. It was no big deal. I had just raised my voice, dropped something on the counter too hard, that kind of thing. A minute or so later when I went to say goodbye to Lea, Nate pointed at me, raised his voice, and dropped his cup. He wasn’t saying anything intelligible. But he clearly understood that “louder” was the point.
I felt small on the way to work. I’m pouring myself into this little guy, whether I want to or not. I better make sure it’s good stuff going in.
Fast forward to a year ago. I realized one night that our boys were the same ages (11, 8) that my sister and I were when our parents divorced. I looked across the living room at them. “So this is about how Jenny and I were when our home broke,” I thought. I mulled that extensively. Lea and I are now together for a part of our boys’ childhoods for which my parents were apart with me. My mom and dad got to here and no further.

There are certainly good reasons to divorce. You probably need to get away from an unrepentant abuser, or addict, or adulterer, for example. But too many of us pull the trigger too easily now. If you’re “bored” or “just not happy” or something similar, but your spouse is fundamentally the same person s/he was when you married him/her, then you have work to do. That’s an inward turn—toward your spouse and yourself— that’s indicated, not an outward one.
When you consider your spouse, you have to believe you have the best one, not the best one so far. Unless you live in complete isolation, you’ll continue to encounter potentially reasonable candidates for marriage from time to time. You don’t have much control over that, really.
What you do control is whether you choose to explore such a candidate. Actively refusing to perceive alternatives to your spouse is critical to long-term marital health. It’s also a primary enabler and recharger of passion.
We’re conditioned to think of the physical, and therefore sexual, when we think of passion. But guess what? Our bodies’ salad days are short indeed. Care for your body as well as you possibly can, and there’s still a 100% chance it’ll steadily quit on you. Any passion based on comeliness steadily slides toward absurdity. (There aren’t many Helen Mirrens or Sean Connerys in the world.)
A mutual absence of perceived alternatives enables passion through deeper emotional connection. Because you each know the other isn’t going anywhere, you don’t spend energy worrying about such. That’s more energy for laughing. That’s more energy for discovering and rediscovering each other. That’s more energy for finding new affections together.
Children notice when their parents go to each other.
In Texas hold ‘em poker, one of the most common beginner mistakes is not folding often enough. It’s more fun to play than to sit quietly while everyone else does, so why not try these bad hole cards out? Hey, what if the flop is 7-7-2? Thinking like that is an effective way to lose a lot of money. Good players fold a lot more than bad ones do.
Conversely, when you’re very confident you have a winning hand, you might go “all in.” That’s betting all of your chips. If you’re called, it’s a windfall or nothing.
With Lea, it’s all in, every hand. I perceive no alternatives. I expect to win every single time. Showing our boys that their mother is worth that is some of the most important modeling I ever do for them.
Lea is showing them what a good woman looks like. I’m showing them how to treat one. We better make sure it’s good stuff going in.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Lifelong Alabamian Bo Williams is a Christian, husband, father, writer, and human trafficking activist. He has strong opinions on many things, including good food, IndyCar racing, and the importance of high-quality socks. You can keep up with him day to day at BoWilliams.com.
GREAT article! Thanks Bo!
Thank you so much, Lexie.
My parents’ generation was really the first one who divorced without significant social stigma, so they did it in much larger numbers. Consequently Generation X got a more extensive look at it from a child’s perspective than anyone ever had. I believed that would make us much more careful with it. I didn’t expect the divorce rate to plummet, but I thought yanking it back somewhat significantly below half was plausible.
That turned out to be one of the most naive thoughts I ever had.
As I said in the post, there are good reasons to divorce. The near-ubiquity of no-fault divorce is important, because in the past people (primarily women) would get trapped in terrible situations with no hope for ever getting out of them. It’s still hard to get out even now, but until recently it was basically impossible.
But the other side of it is that no-fault divorce has made it easy for people to say “OK, we did that for a while. Let’s do something else now.” And (particularly) when they have children, the destruction is just incredible. It breaks my heart to a degree I can barely believe when two people I know to be good people get divorced—not because of serial adultery, or domestic abuse, or anything similarly justifiable, but because one or both of them just quit.
We’ve normalized it. It’s widespread enough that it feeds on itself. I just want to scream when I see it. When I know someone well enough, I’ll tell him/her right to his/her face, you get in that ring and fight to within a millimeter of your life trying to save this. When you’re so exhausted you can’t raise your head off the canvas anymore and it’s still not fixed, *then* get a divorce.
Almost no one fights that hard. If they did, that downward trend in the divorce rate would be real.
Your bio mentions that you are a stepmom. Bless your heart. That’s harder. Lots of step-situations work very well, but even when they go as well as they possibly can, there are emotional minefields that have no analog outside a blended family. It’s like wearing, say, a ten-pound backpack all the time. It doesn’t destroy your ability to enjoy life. But it’s always just a little harder.
Way too long, and I’ll stop there. Thank you again for your compliment.