I’m not a very good wife of a musician. I hate the mess that the instruments make. I’ve looked at that mess on and off for forty-seven years. I call my recreation room a wreck room. But, I also have known marriage is not a one-way street. It’s not ‘all my way or the highway’. The give and take is an important part of marriage.
In the early years when you start making a home together, it’s not always easy since you’re both use to things your way. The give and take was a battle at first. I will say, I was kind of spoiled and naive thinking marriage was a fairy tale where you set up housekeeping and all goes smoothly. It doesn’t. We made messes and there was no mom there to clean them up. It was up to us to do housekeeping, pay the bills, provide food.
I learned over the years that I make messes too with my hobbies, and he has to look at my mess. Life is not always neat and tidy. Marriage is not always neat and tidy. It is a continuing growing process. If you love someone truly then the give and take isn’t so bad once you get past the spoiled part of youth. It’s not always an uphill battle, and you learn that giving is more rewarding than taking and always getting your own way.
The instruments that I look at now bring back all the memories of a man’s life. The music he made as a young traveling musician. The music he made when he came off the road and formed his own band. The music he made when the children were old enough to pass the talent onto whether they choose to use it in life at all, and the music that his life has given us in all our married years together.
I learned that I hate the mess the instruments make when spread all over a room, but the sound when all played together is worth it.
Loving a musician can be an awesome adventure.