Skittles: Our First Fight

“You’ve had enough,” I playfully tugged the bag of Skittles out of Elisha’s hand, and sat back on the pillows to finish our movie.

“What was that about?”

I glanced over, shocked to see Elisha’s mortified face. What on earth was wrong?

“Katie, give me back my skittles.”

“Are you kidding? You’ve already had more than me, and I’ve had 11! I don’t want us to get sick on our honeymoon,” I laughed. But one look at Elisha’s incredulous brown eyes made my smile freeze . . . this was no joke. He seriously wanted more skittles!

“I can’t believe you are doing this right now.” I shook my head and handed the bag over.

“I’m just going to finish the bag.”

“Finish it!?!?! The entire bag?!?!”

My mind was blown. Who had I married?

Elisha’s ran his fingers through his hair incredulously, “What. Is. Your problem, Katie?” 

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Yes, I know you’re thinking I’m the crazy one right now . . . because since that eye-opening day of our honeymoon, I have come to understand that most people see an entire pack of skittles as a single serving size. (Although I still struggle accepting this social norm.)

But before you point a finger, look at my perspective.

For my family, a pack of skittles was two serving sizes for my whole family . . . of 11 kids. We would get two–three if we were lucky–then the pack was back up in the cupboard for next weekend’s treat.

Skittles were a treat. Not a meal.

I thought I was splurging having 11 Skittles (I mean, it was my honeymoon, after all). And my husband thought I was weird to actually count them.

How many times do you and your friend, your husband, or your boss, react because you have a different belief you didn’t even realize you formed?

 Expectation is the mother of frustration.

Elisha and I had the same foundational beliefs about families, homeschooling, serving Jesus, business, lifestyle . . . but Skittles? Didn’t see that one coming.

Every time I now see that colorful candy, it’s a reminder to try and see from my husband’s perspective. Just because I grew up rationing Skittles, doesn’t mean the rest of the world views sugar the same way.

The Kathryn Joy

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