I Hope My Child’s Marriage Isn’t As Happy As Mine

A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, away, I got married. Okay, that’s not exactly true. It was only eighteen and a half years ago, and it was in Ohio, where I live. But sometimes, it does seem like a long, long time ago, because at age forty, I’m in that odd place where many of my friends or acquaintances are getting married for the second time, and some of my friends’ children are getting married. My BFF is just a few years older than I am, and both of her daughters are married. I have a married niece and a married nephew already…they were the flower girl and ringer bearer in my own wedding, respectively. It’s pretty mind-blowing to see the girl who toddled down the aisle at your own wedding walk gracefully down the aisle in a white wedding dress and veil at her own. And oh, for these darling loved ones of mine, I do wish a very happy marriage.

But I don’t want their happy marriage to be like mine.

I hear it said all the time by young kids getting ready to wed who are fortunate enough to  have parents who still love each other. “If my marriage is as happy as my parents’ marriage is, I’ll be so blessed.” And it’s not untrue. But I don’t want my kids to have a marriage that is as happy as mine is.


Jenny Rapson
Jenny Rapson
Jenny is a follower of Christ, a wife and mom of three from Ohio and a freelance writer and editor.

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