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- Jenni Catron
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I travel a lot for work. Speaking events, conferences, consulting with churches and nonprofits … it all keeps me on the road pretty frequently. Coming and going is just a part of our routine at the Catron house. For the most part, we roll with it, but there is one little thing that trips us up every time I come back home …
My unmet expectations.
I expect to be greeted with great fanfare. I want to know that I was missed while I was gone.
Now, there’s nothing terribly wrong with this longing. It’s an indicator of that God-ordained part of me that wants to belong. However, my desire to be celebrated every time I get home from a trip is a bit unrealistic given that I travel nearly EVERY week! That’s quite an expectation to put on my poor unsuspecting husband who has been managing life while I’m gone, including our 17-year-old border collie who is extra high maintenance in his old age (bladder surgery, brain tumor, homemade chicken and vegetable food … need I say more?!).
My expectation to be celebrated (which is often quite subconscious) always gets me in trouble. It starts with a little annoyance. It could be that my husband is on the phone when he picks me up. So instead of getting a heartfelt greeting, I get a nod as he continues his conversation. It could be that he’s already eaten lunch and I’m starving (why in the world would he not have expected that I’d want to eat?). It could be that he’s running late and I have to wait on the curb for a few extra minutes.
Seriously, I sound like a diva, right?! That’s the crazy thing … expectations have a way of creeping in and killing relationships if we’re not wise enough to be aware of them.
We all have expectations. Sometimes we don’t even realize we have them until they aren’t met. You have expectations of others and they have expectations of you. Some expectations are known and clearly understand.
- You take out the trash. I’ll do the laundry.
- Obey the speed limit, you don’t get a ticket. Exceed the speed limit, you do.
- I work for you. You pay me. I don’t work. You don’t pay.