I've found that giving advice at 50 is a lot easier than taking it at 25. With their one-year anniversary just around the corner, the newlyweds hit a bump in the road – literally.
You don't have to second-guess what my youngest daughter is thinking or feeling. Wearing her emotions on her sleeve is an understatement – she's fully dressed in them.
Even though it's not hunting season, her husband took his over-sized camouflaged golf cart for a spin in the woods. Taking a corner a little too sharp, it tipped over and broke his leg.
I told her he was probably going too fast because, with his hunter instincts intact, he may have been chasing down a rabbit. She didn't buy my theory and even though the guy had a broken leg, he was in trouble.
After she had to cancel their return trip to Mexico to celebrate their anniversary at the place they were married, I knew he had better get used to being in the doghouse, because this was going to take awhile. When I told her to be thankful it's only a broken leg, and it could have been a lot worse, she responded like any newly married wife would, "it doesn't matter, now everything is ruined."
Trying to convince your children life never goes according to plan is as simple as finding a needle in a haystack. Until you've lived long enough to know the bumps in the road are coming and it's easier to just roll with the punches until you get back on the road again, it's hard to understand, this too shall pass.
After seeing the orthopedic surgeon and being told he would be off work for three months, it was more bad news for the couple. As a sheet metal worker, there's not much you can do if you can't stand. So for the next three months he's laid up on the couch, with a wife who is probably giving him more pain than his leg ever will.
He's as easy going as she is high-strung and even though it's a good match, she was irritated when he had nothing to say about the situation. What do you want him to say, I asked, he's sorry he broke his leg, it's not like he did it on purpose.
Last week's snowfall brought on another round of drama, as she had to shovel her way out of the driveway while he sat on the couch, all cozy, with his dog and blanket. It's finally starting to dawn on her, all the things she takes for granted that her husband takes care of and maybe she didn't appreciate enough.
After she had to drag the trash to the curb and attempt to change the air filter in her car, I'm sure my son-in-law is counting down the days to a full recovery. I feel sorry for the guy – he just doesn't have a leg to stand on – literally.
Page 2 of 2 - Sandy Turner lives in the Kansas City area and writes this column for GateHouse Media.