A Healthy Relationship ...

Read through this story that I received as a forwarded mail:

When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. She placed a plate of eggs, sausages, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how my day was at school.

I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite! When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the toast. And I'll never forget what he said: 'Baby, I love burned toast.' Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, 'Dipali, your mummy put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides - a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!' In bed that night, I thought about that scene at dinner and the kindness my daddy showed my mom. To this day, it's a cherished memory from my childhood that I'll never forget. And it's one that came to mind just recently when Anil and I sat down to eat dinner.

I had arrived home late... as usual... and decided we would have breakfast food for dinner. Some things never change, I suppose! To my amazement, I found the ingredients I needed, and quickly began to cook eggs, salami, and buttered toast. Thinking I had things under control, I glanced through the mail for the day. It was a few minutes later that I remembered that I had forgotten to switch off the toaster! Now, had it been any other day,– I would have had more than two pieces of bread in the entire house and I would have started all over. But it was one of those days and I had just used up the last two pieces of bread. So burnt toast it was!

As I set the plate down in front of Anil, I waited for a comment about the toast. But all I got was a 'Thank you!' I watched as he ate bite by bite, all the time waiting for some comment about the toast. But instead, all Anil said was, 'Dipali, this is great. Thanks for cooking tonight. I know you had a hard day.' As I took a bite of my charred toast that night, I thought about my mom and dad... how burnt toast hadn't been a deal-breaker for them. And I quietly thanked God for giving me a marriage where burnt toast wasn't a deal-breaker either!

You know, life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I'm not the best housekeeper or cook. And you might be surprised to find out that Anil isn't the perfect husband! He likes to play his music too loud, he will always find a way to avoid mowing the lawn, and he watches far too many sports. Believe it or not, watching the India-England Test and screaming "Chuk De India" is not my idea of a great night at home!

But somehow in the past 37 years Anil and I have learned to accept the imperfections in each other. Over time, we have stopped trying to make each other in our own mould and have learned to celebrate our differences. You might say that we've learned to love each other for who we really are! We share the same goals. We love the same things. And we are still best friends.

This story is an example to learn! What I've learnt over the years is that learning to accept one's faults - and choosing to celebrate each other's differences: this is the one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.